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.