Time's sickle swung low and pruned a dear pup,
just as 2002 was commencing.
No more rugs, balls nor shoes will be chewed up,
'cause Bill wouldn't buy invisible fencing.

Buddy-boy, a nobler pooch couldn't be found,
to Bubba you were his Horatio.
You came to D.C., while everyone frowned,
upon a certain, allege-d fellatio.

With your chocolate hide and sweet demeanor,
(the perfect foil to Slick Willie's sly fox).
You scored big points from New York to Reno,
when you growled at that bitchy cat, Socks.