| Retarded Uncle Percy lives
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| At his sister’s place
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| Her children help clean up his mess
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| While she is away
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| One day he hugged the family dog
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| Tighter than he should
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| Then dragged the dead thing by its leash
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| Around the neighborhood
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| Grieving in the cemetery
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| Where they bury pets
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| Uncle Percy yelps and barks
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| Not understanding death
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| He tries to cheer the children up
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| He hates to see them cry
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| His simple ways just make things worse
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| Percy wonders why
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| He plans to resurrect the pet
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| Dig it from the ground
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| Present them with their faithful friend
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| Their decomposing hound
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| He finds his way back to the grave
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| Very late that night
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| Digs up the dog and skins it with
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| His rusty pocketknife
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| Stab into the rotting beast and strip it of its pelt
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| Double-knotting shoelace strings, he ties it to himself
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| Dropping down onto all fours, he hopes they can pretend
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| This naked, bloody cretin is their favorite furry friend
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| Wearing dog skin like a mask, he lumbers through the yard
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| He chases birds and squirrels and toys — a growling, yelping tard
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| He scratches at the children’s window, hoping they will play
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| Horrified, the children scream and scare Percy away |