When Mike and Duff were very young dogs
They loved to chew on our stuff
They ate twelve pairs of Katja’s clogs
And that was barely enough
They ate my glasses; they ate my keys
Ball point pens would drive them wild
I begged them to stop with endless pleas
But the dogs just nodded and smiled
Now that Duffy and Mike are more mature
They’re content to just nap on the floor
It’s not that clogs have lost their allure
It’s that chewing’s become such a bore
So that’s the end of my story for now
The dogs would say more if they only knew how
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