- Vol. 03
- Chapter 05
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P
Name was P, an animal On my home range Whose ear was twisted when wrong Whose fur was matted We called her P because that's how She smelled
Never thinking to bathe her Or be kind
Stepping over the slats Of an old fence to chase her.