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.