The Long Nosed Ridged Backed Swamp Whippet Poem by Bob Gibson

We had to leave new Zealand shores, in rain an snow an fog
just me and my adversary by that I mean my dog!
a pig dog was Dorothy, a holder of the best
the first to feel the tusk, she would never let it rest
teeth barded she would attack, from front or from the rear
she grabbed at their extremities to her she knew no fear
we landed on the Aussie shores, an to the great out back
we slept amongst the stars at night where the abbo's track
we came upon a wayside pub, we were tired and dry
our swag a burden on our backs at night beneath the sky
the landlord said to me, is that a fighting dog?
I said with a grimace, with a chance she would!
I have a dog out beyond, will you take a bet on him!
landlord for free beer I'll even let him sing!
out the back the landlords dog was long and lean and thin
I'd never seen the likes of him or anything close to him!
what kind of dog is that I said, for sure I'd never seen
It’s a 'long nosed ridged backed swamp whippet'
and for a fight he's very keen!
Dorothy, looked at him then looked again at me
I said go on sweetheart let his soul go free!
the whippet took her leg, but she just gave a groan
in she rushed and grabbed his tail, and took it to the bone
it was in a flash the whippet caught Dorothy by the head
it was over in a flash, for poor Dorothy was dead!
money changed hands and I was all alone
the whippet had eaten Dorothy all was left was bone!
the landlord told me of his dog, of tales I'd never heard,
the beers on me tonight, not another word
What was the breed of dog that took my Dorothy
a Long nosed ridged backed swamp whippet, it very plain to see
the locals call them crocodiles but that’s, between you, and me!