There's a time for drinking and a time for laughing

When the old dog's at your shoes

There's a time for hunting and a time for trapping

When the old dogs shows his moves

Mr. Cool, Mr. Cool the finest Lab I ever knew

Why he'd sit on the porch to let ya know about trouble

And he'd chase the wild animals too

He knew about every way to be your friend

It was his purpose to the living end

Mr. Cool, Mr. Cool the finest Lab I ever knew

Not a day goes by that he wouldn't shake your hand

He'd pick up a bone and dance to the band

A friend of mine and a friend of yours

His smile told you so

Oh lay in the shade and rest your soul

The lords look'in over you

Mr. Cool, Mr. Cool the finest Lab I ever knew

There's a time for crying and a time for sighing

When the old dogs dying at your shoes

There's a time for searching and a time for understanding

the life we all go through

But most of all I can say for sure

Mr. Cool, you where the finest Lab anyone ever knew

Goodbye Mr. Cool, May God bless you!

Michael Steinberg

August 16, 1984

In Recent Memory of Stefan's Mr. T. Cool II