Where the good dogs go after they die
They go into the ground
Where it is cold and damp
Their bones melt away into the soil
and maggots feast on what once gave animation to a body
But their food bowl is buried with them
That remains!
Hey
Hey, talk to me don't talk at me Hey, dress me up like a clown, give me a dressing down, make me wear a gown, and lead me around town but don't ignore me Hey, strut your stuff Or else, I Might as well drown.
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