The dog’s meeting

Oh, the dogs once held a concert,

They came from near and far

Oh, some they came by aeroplane

And some by motor car.

Before into the concert hall

They were allowed to look,

Each dog had to take his arsehole

And hang it on a hook.

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Oh, hardly were they seated there,

Each mother, son and sire,

When a dirty little yellow-dog

Began to holler�?Fire!�?/P>

Out they rushed in a panic,

They didn’t stop to look;

Each dog just grabbed an arsehole

From of the nearest hook.

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And that’s the reason why you see,

On walking down the street,

Each dog will stop and swap a smell

With every dog he meets.

And that’s the reason why a dog

Will leave a good fat bone

To go and smell an arsehole

In hopes to find his own.

                                     a. nony mous