Throw some scraps to patchy strays
For every dog will have his day
Bite the hand that scratches ears
Tickles tummy,  dabs at tears
Pats a ****,  receives a nip
I never rubbed your nose in ****
Lift a leg for all to see
The edges of your territory
Whimper as we scratch our itches
Even males can act like *******
Ears lay back as hackles rise
Wither under angry eyes
Throaty growl with curling lip
Saliva on incisor tip
Mangy curs will cry and whine
Till you get yours and I get mine
Mongrels simper, yap, and bray
And every dog will have his day