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.