The barking dog
When a bone is given
The silence in the kennel
The dog is busy burying it
When thieves and robbers arrive
The barking dog never raises alarm
It doesn't care what's going on
“I have my bone I am contented”
The back doors transportation
The front doors flow showing legality
The thieves and robbers carted away
The wealth they seek to have plenty
The barking dog
Biting and chewing its bone
It doesn't think of tomorrow
“I have my bone what do you say?”
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