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.