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.