Not-So-Hot-Dog

My doggie stole a sausage

And ran it down the street,

Discovered it was two-thirds bread

And only one-third meat.

So much bread in sausages

Is against the law.

Even tho' it's stolen,

The quality's still poor!

That sausage will not worry,

He knows 'twould be in vain,

For when that doggie's had one bite

He'll run it back again!

And so the English sausage

Was saved from mutilation:

That sausage lived till a hundred and nine

But the dog died of starvation.

Source: Unspun Socks (From a Chicken's Laundry) Children's poems by Spike Milligan