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.