The Dog Griswold, Bon Vivant, R.I.P. Poem by Roy Ballard

He had a star that led him on
towards these sausages he ate.
He took his chance and he was gone

to custody for liaison
with this delightful steak he met.
He had a star that led him on.

The cooks all trembled and turned wan
on sight of this pernicious pet.
He took his chance and he was gone

with cordon bleu filets mignon
his most horrific misdeed yet.
He had a star that led him on.

It showed him where to fall upon
these trays of viandes en brouchette;
he took his chance and he was gone.

They had him collared before long
with haute cuisine uneaten yet.
He had a star that led him on;
he took his chance and he was gone.