Moe, Brave Coonhound Forever

Moe, the coon hunting dog so brave and true, Through the woods,

he’d chase the night’s cool dew. With nose to ground and eyes so bright, He’d track the coon

by fading light. But one dark evening, under moon's pale gleam, A sudden shot shattered

the quiet dream. Moe fell silent, a hero's final stand, A loyal friend taken from the land.

Though Moe is gone, his spirit runs free, In every rustling leaf and every tree.

A tale of courage, forever told, Of Moe the dog, brave and bold.