The first two ran
to their brother’s
when their houses fell.
All three of them thought
they were safe inside.
Then it hit me
like a ton of---
Bricks!
This one was brick!
Just like Old MacDonald’s smokehouse.
I had straw--
a houseful,
and plenty of sticks
from the second one.
With these bellows-for-lungs
all I needed was a match and ...
Oh, brother!
I invited the whole pack over for the feast.
All the dogs in town came by to beg.
Every once in a while
we threw one of them an ear.
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