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We have a little dog whose name is Oly He doesn't like to spend much time aloneSo it's fortunate he landed in our household'Cause both my wife and I work out of our homeYou can guess what I do, and Tricia does massageShe has a treatment chamber in our smallest room of threeOly likes to nudge the door to sneak under the table While Tricia works on shoulders, backs, and knees One day we'd run all out of Oly's dog foodAnd for some reason we could not get to the storeSo we had to dig around and found some ancient mongrel chow cansThe stuff we'd buried way back in the cupboardThis change in Oly's diet was not welcomed by his systemAn eight-year old "canardly", still he ate all that was thereLet's just say the phrase "intestinal disturbance" comes to mindWhen we detected something different in the airThat very day a brand new massage clientWas coming to the house for the first timeHe'd never had a rub before and won it in a raffleSo with eager expectation rang our chimeTricia brought him in the house and took him to the tableSongtexteThe room was warm and cozy and the music soft and calmTricia left the room so that this person could disrobeAnd as was customary climb in, facing downWhen my wife returned she was immediately accostedWith an odor so horrific it defied a common labelNot completely unfamiliar though, for there indeed was OlyLooking sheepishly from underneath the table"I'm so embarrassed," Tricia blurted and removed the foul offenderWhile explaining about the canine food's malodorous effectThen she reentered, still apologizing, all abashed and mortifiedA farting pooch does not inspire respectWhereupon this untouched patron stirred beneath his linen membraneHe propped up on her elbows and pronounced this epilogueWith chagrin upon his face she said, "I don't know how to tell you but It didn't come from you or from your dog." Aus Songtexte Mania