So it headed for the graveyard down the street.
I quietly followed on my four feet.
We passed the graveyard sign as we made our way.
What we’d find, I couldn’t say.
It had a gash. (It had a monstrous gash).
A mended gash (that I had fixed in a flash).
It had a gash. (It had a monstrous gash).
But it could dash!
