The Ballad of Keven's Dogs

(With apologies to Edgar Allen Poe)
From left to right: Ike, Buster, and M'Shinda
From left to right: Ike, Buster, and M'Shinda

Once upon a midday dreary, as I finished jogging weary,
Over many roads and alleys leading from my sister's garage door,
While I panted, nearly tripping, suddenly there came a yipping,
As of great beasts sliding slipping, slipping on their muddy floor,
"Some Rhinos flying down a hill looking for something to gore.
          Only this and nothing more."
Slipping on their muddy floor.
Slipping on their muddy floor.

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;
Strong enough to start a tremor, shaking, rattling at their cage's door!
I saw them looking on in earnest, terrors from the devil's furnace,
Hell hounds seeking instant solace, solace they were sure I bore,
Certain I was headed towards them, knowing I had come once more,
          To enrich their life so poor.
...shaking, rattling at their cage's door!
...shaking, rattling at their cage's door!

Suddenly there came a howling, tortured whimpers, endless yowling,
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now to still the beating of my heart I stood repeating,
"Some deadly tiger seeks good eating, tearing my flesh to the core.
          That it is and nothing more."
Suddenly there came a howling...
Suddenly there came a howling...

Thus it was I could not fathom, looking through the fence's chasms,
eyes ensconsed in ectoplasm, somehow causing this dull roar.
What could cause this hopeless panic, endless baying, barking manic?
Sure these crazy canine antics must be caused by snakes galore.
          Just some snakes and nothing more.
Looking through the fence's chasms.
Looking through the fence's chasms.

I continued on astounded, near the fence my presence hounded,
At the wire their noses pounded, licking, drooling, slobber poured.
Panting, breathing, spittle plying, no respite for facial drying.
Concentrate to stop from flying; my repugnance I ignored.
          I must brook this slimy hoard.
At the wire their noses pounded!
At the wire their noses pounded!

Soon I found my mind was reeling, legs went limp, I wound up kneeling,
I couldn't stop the sinking feeling, something worse must be in store.
I must escape before this got me slobbered to a muddy spot.
I stole away but turned to stop and see how their eyes abhored.
          Their world ends for evermore.
Their world ends for everymore.
Their world ends for everymore.