Strawberry Sweetheart
By Frank Ryan

It was cool and crisp October
Near Wawawai on the Snake
I was working on the landings
Checking parks, n docks,
Yep, working near the lake.

I'd just pulled up in my pickup truck
And what the heck did I see
But a big red dog a standing there
A shiverin in the breeze.

She had flowing feathers of bright red hair
A beauty yes-siree, An Irish Setter
a hunting dog,
And all alone you see.

Well as I got close, I saw her eyes
With mournful pleading looks.
Imbedded in her nose and face
Porcupine quills
with dark and deep set hooks.

It hurt me bad to see that dog
In pain and misery
I got some pliers and pulled the quills
her joy was ecstasy

She jumped, she twirled, she bounced around
what a lovely sight to see.
She let out a Chilling wail and kissed my hand
Whooee!

So home I took her, cause I couldn't find
any sign of her master there.
I pleaded with my wife to keep that dog
Till we could fine a home elsewhere.

My secret heart loved that dog
She was pretty as could be
So next I thought I'd name her
"Strawberry Sweetheart" seemed good to me.
Well that is when the fun began,
my wife she came apart.
When she heard the name I call,
"Here Sweetheart, Hear Sweetheart
My Beautiful wife,
You see

She Jumped, she twirled, she bounced around
As mad as she could be.
She let out a chilling wail and cut me down
Whooee!

After a while she pardoned me
but still keeps it in her log
Yes I can call her honey, and even Coochey Coo
But Lord I never use that "Sweetheart" word
that kind word is through!

So boys, you just remember
If a redhead you do find
Choose your words carefully
Don't get hung up in a bind

Don't do as I did do!
Your lover you will see
She'll jump, she'll twirl
She'll bounce around

She will love you ferociously
If the word Sweetheart
You remember to use
most sparingly