The Indians call me Walto Dog. What-A-Dog. What-A-Dog! I sing myself and shake the hills. Stop
this night with me and loose your throat.
Once a time in fairy tale
a dog would save the pekldfille.
He was all loving the pep0le.
went up and down saving the peoopel.
In alleys, down basements, protect,
pertect, peertect du peoplez."
a dog would save the pekldfille.
He was all loving the pep0le.
went up and down saving the peoopel.
In alleys, down basements, protect,
pertect, peertect du peoplez."
***
♪ I loved blood more than berry and beetle,
I loosed blood more than Arthropod.
I'm no mouse in store for a tiny carcass, a wish for a centipede.
I seek the lame, halt and blind in my way, for impurity lives.
I'm a doctor, a healer. There to help I came, to introduce painless to pain.
You feel pain, scatter teeth, rename. Hiawatha What-A-Dog!.
I be down to get you in the broadcloth shrubbery
I see through the honey. Hiawatha!
Medium of change and exchange that forgives.
All pass but this, the blood that washes, commerce of the same. ♪
***
The best of the toothsome fat is the blab of the pave.
Folks who do damage, do the same. ♫
***
Daffo-Dog
A was for the apple.
I cut it up for food.
B was for the baby bird I visit after school.
We ate the hot fry.
D, when day was over, I could see the moon.
But my Binky could not rise.
Rise up you stars of stew.
I flown down a brandy,
a ruff-cask pooch with stuff.
Diddle down them animals
with the nerve to call.
We get to know each other.
I am poet of Body and Soul. What-A-Dog Cosmos!
Can you speak?
That lantern make you flit.
We both got to fend for life and truth. I did.
My tongue, every atom of blood
Form'd from this soil, this air,
Poet of Body and Soul,
Born of parents there. Creeds in abeyance
I harbor a school.
Long that smile I feasted. What-A-Dog Cosmos!
***
When you go down to defeat your enemy
hang him round your neck like a bowling ball.
Make him into a god, hang his head inside,
put him on your wrist for life insurance.
Sell him to tourists. They need more gods.
Speak Space Voyager from the mountain side.
♫ "I'll be down to get
cha in a broadcloth honey.
You better be ready so I won't be late,
you one nice dry pig. ♫
"There's nothin' you can do 'cept age and wait."
from What A Dog Coyote Sings Ai-Ai-OO-OO @ Gone Lawn
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