Hate wide for dog breeder
in the town of purport
A never seen dog breeder
This is the tale of his replica
Name was J. Temperance
Only two did not hate him
Because peasants fear local indifference
Pet shop and the vet, Cameron
One night vet is called out
from his overpaid leisure
To Temperance household, delivered ran out
and phoned his wife in terror
The next bit is hard to relate
The new born thing hard to describe
Like a rat that's been trapped inside
A warehouse base, near a city tide
Brown sockets, purple eyes
And fed with rubbish from disposal barges brown and covered
No changeling,
as the birth was witnessed
Only one person could do this:
"Yes" said Cameron
"and the thing was in the
impression of J. Temperance"
This hideous replica
Scrutinise the little monster
Disappeared through the door
This hideous replica
Lyrics provided by LRCLIB
