Sorry kids, your Dad shot the dog. Don't cry! Tears are wrong you must know and it's starting to show by this bright yellow snow! I'm so sorry to say at the end of the day that we all have to pay; be it tragic or fun, with our dreams or a gun, by the end of our run. Yes, I'm sorry my dear. Oh! Not another tear! It's all so very clear, everything is put right it's no terrible plight! You've your eyes all squeezed tight! I'm not lying I swear, I'm trying to be fair. I do so really care! See, your father was mad and the dog was so bad why do you look so sad? She would refuse to sit! She offended a bit. That darn fluffy half-wit of the heavenly host she's a vague distant ghost but beware not to boast! You see boasting's a sin you'll be pricked by a pin letting foolish ones in and that dog's not worth that! Chewed a hole in my hat! She was really a brat and I won't miss her bite not today or tonight! That's enough of this fight. We buried her in the garden, go to bed.