The lap dogs bark
Every street people hear
Telling all and sundry
The bones, the bones!
People gather around
Search on the streets
Only plastic bones
Nothing concrete to tell
Only trying to make sound
The lap dogs wag tails
Thinking it is a good job done
Barking at the wrong tree
The dead wood of a dying breed
The lap dogs bark
People know the twist
Pick up stones and sticks
Throw at the lap dogs
Run back into your dirty holes
It is where you belong
Every street people hear
Telling all and sundry
The bones, the bones!
People gather around
Search on the streets
Only plastic bones
Nothing concrete to tell
Only trying to make sound
The lap dogs wag tails
Thinking it is a good job done
Barking at the wrong tree
The dead wood of a dying breed
The lap dogs bark
People know the twist
Pick up stones and sticks
Throw at the lap dogs
Run back into your dirty holes
It is where you belong
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