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.