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Lobo Little Man, and his boy Teka Maroo
Put them together, and no telling what they might do.
Sweet as pie they are, sporting too many shades of innocence on their face.
Showing off their perfect manors, with their majestic elegance and their
well defined grace.

They will suck you in with this cleaver and convincing disguise. 
Watching you the whole time, waiting for opportunity to arise...
They are Master Minds at this game. and you're the next human
taking a ride on their Gravy Trane

Once they have your trust, then their plan is off the ground.
You'll feel the need to give them snacks (they're so cute)
You'll find something for them, somewhere, laying around...
When you come back, they'll be long gone, off to hit the town.

You'll stand there holding pieces of last night's left over steak,
Realizing that they somehow managed to unlatch and open the front gate.
By then, you will have done been played, by this time, it's too late.
There will be nothing you can do, but worry, wonder and sit and wait.
They must have thumbs, you will think...
How else could they have unlatched and went out through the gate?

They'll have gotten blocks away, and you can bet they're laughing about it too.
Care and concern thrown to the wind, there's just so much for them to do 
They'll be gone all night, and they'll stay gone the next day, maybe even two.
And don't think for a moment that they are the least bit concerned about
what you may be going through.
They're far too busy with so much to do.
They planned it the whole time. They out and out snow balled you.

Eventually the phone will ring and a chipper voice will say these words to you:
Hello. Ahhhh, this is so and so, and, ahhh, I live in Tim-buck-Tooo
(Which is going to be at least 20 or so miles away from you) The voice will say:
Just callin’ to let you know that I sorta found some dogs (then they will spit) 
that maybe, might, (spit again) just belong to you.
They came right up to me, as if I were somebody they actually knew. Whew Doggie!

Continued in Lobo Little Man and His Boy Teka Long Tounge Maroo Part 2
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