And this is Oscar my dear pet
The Alsatian breed of all dogs
Here is my first fancy guard
A brute chained and let loose
Burglars mustn't have a chance
So he walks himself hard around
Gets chained with me not around
And when rest has been too long
I say hey Oscar come to heel
You really need being walked
If not for the frightful cycling lads
Life with you will remain so fine
But they get scared of thy snarls
Only to ride into the middle of roads
And then Oscar gets given bad names
Deadly ones, let him get hung
Most Presidents end up that way
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