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Jock and His Dog
JOCK AND HIS DOG Once knew a Scottish dancing geezer Accidentally locked his dog in the freezer: Seems the animal had just spilt Some curds and milk all over his kilt: Must have soaked right through his sporran. (The dog of course was foreign .) No Scots dog would do such a thing As spill stuff mid a highland fling. As Jock took stock of his tartan man-frock The whole episode had been such a shock The door of the freezer shut itself slam - The dog was locked in with the ice cream and ham. Oh but the key couldn’t be found, Though Jock looked all around on the ground. Turned out the dog had the key in his teeth - He’d stolen it from the sporran sheath. Poor dog got real cold till the police came, Opened the freezer and on Jock placed blame. But the dog hadn’t really suffered so cruel; He’d eaten all the ice cream as fuel. And the kilt was no worse for wear. . . . But Jock’s sporran had lost all its hair.
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