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[bob orbell]

The dogs they held a meeting
They came from near and far
Some, came on a motorbike
And some came in a car
Before the hall they entered
Or even had a look
They had to take their tails off
And hang them on a hook
Now when they were all aseated
Farther son and sire
A dirty little yellow dog got up and shouted fire
There was a mad rush for the door
No time to stop and look
But each of them as they rushed out garbed a tail from off the hook
And this is the reason why, a dog will leave his bone
To go and sniff an other dogs tail, in the hope that it is his own.
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