We’re driving around on a sunny Sunday
When suddenly a dog gets in our way.
“Little dog, please stay out of the street.”
The dog then replies, “Are you talking to me?”
It speaks feeling superior and elite
“I have two sentient beings
Who bow before my feet.
They shower me with adoration
And keep my room nice and neat.
So I will now conquer all creation
For some more of their doggy treats.”
We honk twice, and hope it will suffice
to motivate this canine to accept our advice.
“Alright, I will postpone my operation
To conquer all of Earth’s creation
And will allow you to pass by
With your weird giant metal device”