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.