The Doggies Had A Meeting
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Each doggy had a nametag,
Each doggy signed the book,
Each doggy hung his arsehole
Upon his very own hook.

One dog was not invited,
Imagine his great ire.
He ran into the crowded hall
And promptly shouted, "Fire!"

The dogs all ran in panic.
They had no time to look
Each doggie grabbed an arsehole
From off another's hook.

And that's the reason why, sir,
Where ever you may roam.
And that's the reason why, sir,
Over land or sea or foam.

And that's the reason why, sir,
A dog will leave it's bone.
To sniff another's arsehole,
To see if it's his own.

Drink it down, down, down, down