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.