Butt Sniffin - A Poem

[Based on "Barefootin'" by
Robert Parker]

Everybody get up on your paws
We got a new dance that'll curl your claws.
There have to be a hundred hounds
Trying to find what's going down.

We're butt sniffin'
We're butt sniffin'
We're butt sniffin'
We're butt sniffin'

We had a hare hunt the other day.
We all started to run and bay.
Hare ran out past our new shock collar line.
So we started to smell to pass the time.

We're butt sniffin'
We're butt sniffin'
We're butt sniffin'
We're butt sniffin'

Hey poodle gal with the red fleece on.
A-chewin' poo there on the front lawn.
How would you like to try a new dance?
It smells just like The Metro in France.

We're butt sniffin'
We're butt sniffin'
We're butt sniffin'
We're butt sniffin'

We met a new dog at HSI.
Might be our foster so I look in his eye.
We stare hard and then we wag.
Then we whiff on each other's back shag.

We're butt sniffin'
We're butt whiffin'
That's a niff'un
We're butt sniffin'

We're butt whiffin'
It ain't spiffin'
We're butt sniffin'
In a jiffin'

We're butt sniffin'
We're butt sniffin'
We got no pride, y'all