The pooch on hooch

There once was a pooch

That got hooked on hooch

Would drink on days that end with “y”

He had him a beer

And ‘gan to afear

An air balloon up in the sky

He barked and he woofed

And t’ward it he hoofed

Till his paws were tired, raw, and red

And that’s when he found

He’d just run around

His head, dreaming deep in his bed

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