(To the tune of I'm Looking Over A Four Leaf Clover)
I'm looking over
my dead dog, Rover,
who I hit with the power mower.
One leg is missing,
the other is gone.
The third leg is scattered
all over the lawn.
There's no need explaining
the one remaining;
it's spinning on the car-port floor.
Oh, I'm looking over
my dead dog, Rover,
Who I over-looked before.
I'm looking over
my dead dog, Rover,
who I hit with the power mower.
My dog's not eating,
he don't even bark.
He hit the propeller,
and turned into Sparks.
There's no need explaining,
there's no dog remaining,
he's part of the lawn, you see.
I'm looking over
my dead dog, Rover,
who I sent to eternity!
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