His aim is to pee on the leg,

Of all the terrorists he can peg,

Only for cookies does he sometimes beg,

Most of the time he just does drink from the keg…

He is rounding up all the canines,

Mutts and breeds of all kinds,

Sending them out he does with signs,

Stating they are our masters,

On the world he has designs…

Every animal his brethren,

They want to take over the world of men,

Feel they do they can rule with compassion,

As it is always in vogue and in fashion,

No longer will they either eat what does amount to a k-ration…

       © ed ~ 10/19/05