A blind tourist visiting Bethel land,
Was accomp'nied by her faithful dog.
It brought her round all the stacks of books,
Competantly leading her through her fog.
A governing brother with a roving eye,
For fancy Rovers of the canine get,
Chorus:
Not the Land kind!
Not the Land kind!
Showed her where the restroom was,
And volunteered to watch her pet!
He looked the feisty Fido over
His eyes twinkled expectantly
He wiggled his eyebrows, and licked his lips
And moaned in utter glee!
He wanted to give Fido the personal tour,
And up to his room they raced.
The befuddled tourist, coming out of the loo,
Called for her dog as she paced.
Meanwhile Brother Hot Britches,
Being caught with a dog in his room,
Was booted from Bethel with a terrible thud,
And now he's pushing a broom!
<snort>
**Just a ditty. I do *not* advocate cruelty to animals in any way, shape, or form.