Thus a paper puppy prances
and a dirty dingo dances
folded into each other
This mix of grease and snow
makes moonlit canines go
on a migration towards the Southern
Boring holes for food and water
nighttime talks about their daughter
a long lost child soon to smother
Helpful friends along the way made
species support groups in the shade
joined parents with a distant brother
Now threes company made them strong
they’ll find this girl through skill and song
as all the naysayers shudder
Over hills and valleys they found
their little pup making a sound
stuck in a lake of butter
They laughed and licked her clean and nice
she barked “I’m hungry, I want rice!”
so back home they walked towards supper