THE DOGS' PARTY

The dogs they gave a party. They came from near and far.
Some came in by taxi while still others they came by car.
They came into the meeting house and signed the register book,
And each one hung his asshole upon a different hook.

One dog was not invited, which filled his heart with ire.
He leaned into the meeting house and boldly shouted "Fire!"
The dogs they got excited and did not stop to look,
But each one grabbed an asshole from off the nearest hook.

That's the end of the story, and you know it's very sore
To wear another's asshole you've never worn before.
That's why whenever dogs meet, on air or land or foam,
They sniff each other's asshole in hopes to find their own.

I had heard this song ages ago and was told it was written by Bryan Bowers.

Don