There once was a puppy.
His will was strong and yuppie.
Chased his tail, broke a bone,
And yet his will was never thrown.
As he aged, his health yet unlucky.
His health once lucky,
turned quite yucky.
Oh his health, oh his health.
Here lies a dog of old,
fixed in his ways, he was quite bold.
Here is a dog, his belly to the world.
He wants out, but no one's heard.
So there's the old bird,
Waiting, waiting, gone.
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