My life as a sheepdog
Was better than the hog
Or the flies in the bog.
I took a pledge
To protect the hedge
And I could sniff out spies
Like they were covered in eggnog.
But then came the man
With the flying car
Who broke my olecranon
As he set the higher bar.
Now I’m broke and unemployed
Saving bills to buy steroids
Because I’ll be back
To storm the farm
And get things on track.
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