The dogs all had a meeting,
They came from near and far.
Some came by public transport,
Some came by car,
But before they were allowed
To enter in the hall,
Each had to hang his Butt hole
On a hook upon the wall.
They all got nicely seated,
Each mother, son and sire.
When a dirty little yellow dog,
Began to holler, 'FIRE'!
They all jumped up together,
They had no time to look.
And each grabbed at random,
A butt hole from a hook.
This got their butt holes all mixed up,
And made them very sore.
To wear another butt hole,
They hadn't worn before.
And that's the reason why a dog,
Will even leave a bone,
To smell another butt hole,
In the hope to find his own.
"IF"
Please, God, if You should hear a scratch on Eden's Gate
tonight,
A gentle
whine, a muffled bark; have Peter take a light
And open up the Pearly Gates and call her Spirit in,
For I think she lived in Heaven once; please
take her back
again.
She may have been a mongrel, without a pedigree,
Yet she was noble,
kind and good; I think You will
agree:
That she'll be very useful
where the souls of children
play.
She'll romp with them, and see; Dear
God; they do not go
astray.
Just tell her that we're sorry
that we could not pat her
head,
And whisper how we loved here 'ere her Spirit fled.
I pray that when death beckons, and my
soul surmounts
life's fog,
I'll rate
a place in Heaven, Dear God, beside our
dog...
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