Old Yorkshire Dog Poem

The dogs all had a meeting,
They came from near and far,
Some came by public transport,
While others came by car.

But before they were allowed,
To enter in the hall,
Each had to hang it's bottom,
On a hook upon the wall.

They all got nicely seated,
Each mother's son and sire,
When a dirty little yellow dog,
Began to holler, "FIRE!".

They all jumped up togheter,
They had no time to look,
And each one grabbed at random,
A bottom from a hook.

This got their bottoms all mixed up,
And made them very sore,
To wear another bottom,
They hadn't worn before.

And that's the reason why a dog
Will even leave a bone,
To smell another bottom,
In the hope to find his own.

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