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.