The Dogs
The dogs they had a party, they came from near and far.
And some dogs came by taxi, and some by private car.
They went into the meeting house and signed the visitors' book,
And each dog hung his arsehole upon a different hook.
One dog was not invited, and this aroused his ire.
He ran into the meeting house and loudly shouted "FIRE!"
The dogs ran from the meeting house, but didn't stop to look,
And each dog grabbed an arsehole from off a different hook.
The moral of this story is that it's very sore
To wear another's arsehole you've never worn before.
And so whenever dogs meet, by land or sea or foam,
Each sniffs the other's arsehole to see if it's his own.
Stop singing