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