Recruiting Takes Place In Peoples     
 Yards,  Or Outside Stores, Or With A Bit 
        Of Violence And Trickery.         
                                          
 Throw  The  Fourleggers  Into   A   Van. 
 Decode  Them. Sort Them  By Species  And 
                  Taste.                  
                                          
 Decorate  The  Dog,  Decorate  The  Dogs 
 Mind,  Upsize  The  Paws,  Or  The Whole 
   Creature, Frame A Burroughs Portrait,  
 Sing A Tune About Being Brought To  Your 
 Roads End And Reborn  As Something Else. 
                                          
 You    Can'T    Go   The    Same    Way, 
   Unfortunately, Though Another Path Is  
 Open. A Grimier, Grainier,  More Painful 
 Approach.  Hopefully Bliss Is At The End 
 Of  It, But  I  Don'T  Know.  Might Just 
 Ruin  You.  Will  Probably   Ruin   You.