The Foolish Dogs

The foolish dogs, wag their tails for the fiend, They lick the fiend, from head to toe, The foolish dogs, coil like snails, at the site of the enemy. The foolish dogs, bark and do not bite, They bark at the fiend, and never chase when he runs, The foolish dogs, coil like snails, waiting the enemy to strike. The foolish dogs, are the master’s pride, They are petted like delicate glassed golden dolls, The foolish dogs, die in their kennels, when the enemy returns. The foolish dogs, have a plausible sense of smell, They can smell saucers a kilometer away, But not the blood lust of the enemy’s breath to their nosetrills, The foolish dogs, that bark and never bite, Always chase after the enemy has gone, The foolish dogs, die in their kennels, when the enemy strikes.