After the Million Paws Walk John Mackay reminded us of this poem this morning on my radio program.

We had to clean it up on the radio, but I can give you the unedited version this morning.

Oh, the dogs once held a concert,
They came from near and farimage

Oh, some they came by aeroplane

And some by motor car.

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Before into the concert hall
They were allowed to look,
Each dog had to take his arsehole
And hang it on a hook.image

Oh, hardly were they seated there,
Each mother, son and sire,
When a dirty little yeller dog
Began to holler ‘Fire!’image
Out they rushed in panic,
They didn’t stop to look;
Each dog just grabbed an arsehole
From off the nearest hook.
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And that’s the reason why you see,
On walking down the street,image
Each dog will stop and swap a smell
With every dog he meets.image
And that’s the reason why a dog
Will leave a good fat boneimage
To go and smell an arsehole
In hopes to find his own.