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.