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Well a farmer's dog once came to town, by the christian name of Pete

And he was a hound of high renown and his looks were hard to beat

And as he walked into the town 'twas beautiful to see
His work on every corner and his mark on every tree
As he watered every gateway and he never missed a post
'Cause piddling was his masterpiece and piddling was his boast


Well the city dogs stood looking on with a deep and envious rage
To see this simple country dog, the piddler of the age
They sniffed him over one by one and they sniffed him two by two
But noble Pete in high disdain stood still till they were through
And as they sniffed him over, their praise for him ran high
And when one sniffed him underneath Pete piddled in his eye


Well then just to show these city dogs that he didn't give a damn
Pete strolled into the grocer's shop and he piddled on the ham
Piddled on the onions and he piddled on the floor
And when the grocer kicked him out, Pete piddled on the door
Well behind him all the city dogs debated what to do

They'd hold a piddling contest to show him who was who


Well they showed Pete all the piddling posts that they knew about the town
They started out with many a wink to get the poor dog down

But Pete was with them every trick with vigor and with vim
For a thousand piddles more or less were all the same to him
And all along went noble Pete with hind leg kicking high
While most were lifting legs in bluff or piddling mighty dry

And on and on went noble Pete as he watered every sandhill
And all the city champions were piddled to a standstill

Well then Pete an exhibition gave in all the ways to piddle
Like double drips and fancy flips and now and then a dribble

And all the time the country dog did neither wink nor grin
But piddled blithely out of town as he had piddled in
Now the city dogs said, "So long Pete, you're piddling did defeat us?"
But no one ever put them wise that Pete had diabetes

jdr

Good one ;-)

crispy

Like that one