when once was once warm
chief chad changed his charm
by enforcing the force of the forks
to drill the drill on his dogs
the poor pets wailed woes
during his needful needs on those
poor plural pups he chose

he kept the corpses in a box
he decided to close with many locks
and checked those carrions every day
so no dead dog could get away

dead is as dead as death is death
but now our chad was having in bed
horrific nightmares about those dogs
who were alive again in that box

chad woke up and wanted to check
the box that had given him a sore neck
horrific hounds had haunted the house
where chad spend his spending without a spouse

chad sat upset in his bed
beginning a chat on the Internet
even how unrealistic it might have seem
chad wanted to know if it was just a dream
so he got up and took his knife
to defend himself for his life

slowly chad wandered through the room
thinking he was welcomed to his doom
he unlocked the locks of the box with his key
only to see it was empty
he turned around where he found
the barking sound of a hound

let it be written let it be said
as thus the story of a man called chad