I’m a round mound of bad hound
Sprung from the bowels of the city pound,
A damp, dirty dog underground–
A pit full of bull and yappin’ mutts,
The whinin’ Lab and the poodle who struts,
Bichon who bays and the King Charles who tuts.
Let me tell you, I survived by growl and guile
Until you gave me a reason to smile
By furnishing me with a domicile.
Word.
