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.