Written to celebrate Hyco, a K-9 Officer killed in action on October 21, 2015. Hyco was one of the most capable canine officers in the United States, having completed a training course that only fifteen other officers had mastered. He could track a falcon on a cloudy day. He is survived by his handler, Deputy Brandon Surratt, and Surratt's two daughters, Ava and Adylen.
Hyco was a warrior
And he died the way he lived
Teeth bared and claws extended
He gave all one could give
While you and I were sleeping
Hyco was standing guard
And out of Anderson's watchers
Hyco ruled the yard
On the twenty-first of October
That fateful call came in
He dropped what he was doing
Saw another fight to win
Three men arrayed before him
Had stolen a an old junk car
Montez, Morris, Mortavious
Wouldn't get very far
The scoundrels held position
and swore that they were armed
Had all the humans covered
And someone would be harmed
As far away as Easley
The challenge could be heard
Hyco bayed his destiny
Brave and undeterred
The sun hid her face because
Montez had spoken true
There was a hail of bullets
Several went clean through
Hyco stood there swaying
With one remaining eye
He glared out his defiance
And flat refused to die
Terror gripped the vagabonds
They dropped their fresh reloads
It was all the police needed
To reclaim our own roads
It was far too late for Hyco
So he kissed his friend goodbye
Brandon held the body
The man could only cry
One thousand men have gathered
To celebrate the days
The mighty deeds of Hyco
To teach the pups his ways
All across the nation
Good men have been shot dead
For each who swears to serve us
Someone wants a head
Hyco was a warrior
And he died the way he lived
Teeth bared and claws extended
He gave all one could give