Mad Scientist Dog
Mad Scientist Dog was lucky to save his hair.
When he blew up the chem lab, it landed over there.
And under that car, and past that old oak tree.
May Scientist Dog yelled out “Oh wow! Goody!”
“It’s not the blowing up part that’s bad, his boss said.
When you bragged about it, that was bad, Ed.”
Mad Scientist Dog gave a bark and a wag.
He left with his tail up, showing his swag.
Sure, he was out of a job, but he wanted a new career.
He loved blowing up things from over there, and through here.
“I am a demolition expert,” he told the guy at the next interview.
“We are in need of one the boss told him, so we’ll hire you.”
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