Go waste the putz who's knocking at the door.
They say that you're man's best friend.
A solicitor again--
Go waste the person peering through the door.

Send a bite up to his thigh;
Rend legs and arms until he'll cry.
Go waste the bounder pounding on the door.
Sic, Rover!

Yes, break his arm in two,
I am commanding you.
Butt-clamp and give a hew,
Then dig teeth into
The other glu-
teus and chew,
Sic, Rover, sic, Rover!

The deranged look in your eye
Tells me that you might have hy-
drophic proclivities as you score
Both my buns; I start to squall
As you chase me into the hall,
But you are paying no heed to my call:
"Sit Rover, sick, Rover!! Nix, Rover!!! Nix, Rover!!!!"