The Dogs Convention

The dogs once held a meeting—the dogs once held a meeting, ain't that stupid?
The dogs did a hold a meeting, they came from near and far
Some came in Greyhound buses, while others came by car
But before inside the hall, they were allowed to take a look
They had to take their rear end off, and hang them on a hook
And hardly were they subtle, each mother, son, and sire
When some dirty Doberman Pinscher began to holler, "FIRE!"
And out there rushed, all in a bunch, and had no time to look
And each at random grabbed the men right off the end hill hook
They got their ends all mixed up, and it really made them sore
To have to wear a rear end they never wore before
And that's the reason why you see, as you go down open street
Each dog will stop and swap a smell with every dog in heat
And that's the reason why a dog would leave a good, fat bone
To stop and smell the rear end in hopes he'll find his own
Tryin' to tell you I ain't change nothin'
I'll be here all night to do what I used to do all night
And the years—an editor at one of my hometown papers, you know, they come out every month or so, these papers, you know, they have 'em in your hometown, they call 'em weeklies, come out twice a year
So, this editor, he had a sign on his desk that read "Obituary, Obituary Editor"
And he worked there for about 35 years, and finally his son took over, and his son had a sign made, "Son of Obituary Editor"