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I t's said I ought to fix my dog
Alter him so he can jog
About the country far and wide
And ne'er a lady dog abide.

I thought that if I maybe could
Alter him to what I would,
I'd choose to make my dog a man
then he would recognize no ban
And off-spring he could multiply
From morn til night until he'd die
And never pause or hesitate
Cause human swarms are reckoned great.
The more the merrier it seems
It's Godly when the whole world teems.

B ut my dog is just a cur
Reproductive glands and fur
And if I rearrange his sex
Won't that merely serve to vex?
For man, the reproductive hog,
Will crowd the world before my dog.
My observation may sound bitter
But I think we alter the wrong critter.

 --Ronald A. Sherer (1925 - 1988) 

 

 


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