A dog's howl is a precious thing.
It started when he was just a puppy,
He would waggle his tail and copy,
Other dogs who are howling.
His squeaky little voice echoed together,
With the howl of his miserable father.
He would try to deep his voice,
To make it sound like the other boys.
But he was just little--
To realize that soon he would be bigger.
Soon her father grow old,
His father left him with all the lesson's gold.
He howled melancholy,
For his respect on his father's dignity.

When he was big enough to know some things,
His interest are now shifted into having a fling.
He would try to court other women dog,
Trying his...