The dogs were having a party
They came from near and far
Some flew in by aeroplane
And some drove in by car
They went into the lobby
And signed the visitors´ book
And each one hung his bumhole
Upon a separate hook
One dog was not invited
And this aroused his ire
He burst into the meeting place
And loudly shouted, ´Fire!´
Now the dogs were so excited
They had no time to look
And each one took a bumhole
From off the nearest hook
It is a sad sad story
For it is very sore
To wear another´s bumhole
You´ve never worn before
And that is why when dogs meet
By land or sea or foam
Each sniffs the other's bumhole
In the hope it is its own.
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