"Had me a mean ol’ dog
As useless as he could be!
Couldn’t hunt and wouldn’t fetch,
He was always snappin’ at me!
Didn’t want to waste a bullet,
So I let hum live till he died.
Now his carcass lies on some back road
And he’s food for the birds of the sky!
"Black bird, buzzard, fly this way!
Scavenger Crow, you fly here, too!
That mean ol’d dog has upped and died!
Now there’s victuals waitin’ for you!
Even a useless critter’s got uses once he’s dead,
Black birds, buzzards, scavenger crows
And all their kinfolk need to be fed.
"Had me a feral cat
As wild as she could be!
Wouldn’t purr when I stroked her fur,
She was always clawin’ at me.
I was too afraid to touch her,
So I let her live till she died.
Now her carcass litters some back lot
And she‘s food for the birds of the sky!.
"Black bird, buzzard, fly this way!
Scavenger Crow, you fly here, too!
That mean ol’d dog has upped and died!
Now there’s victuals waitin’ for you!
Even a useless critter’s got uses once he’s dead,
Black birds, buzzards, scavenger crows
And all their kinfolk need to be fed."
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