The story is not newBut someone has to tellA stray dog on the streetBit a supreme counsel.His bandaged hand heldWhat looked like his briefThis was just enough toCatch attention of Big Chief.This was more importantThan facts of the matterThe injured hand helpedTo instigate much chatter.Do you need a doctor?It's the least we can doBut first you must tell usWho did this to you?.Milords it's a menaceA stray dog attacked meOf the many black coatsWonder why it tracked me?.The SG rose to proclaimSomething must be done!It's of national importanceTo stop the strays free run.Big Chief said once his clerkWas attacked,God knows why?But he still performed dutiesOnce bitten, twice shy.This led to a big debateAbout man's best friendSome spoke for it's freedomOthers wanted it to end.SG kept getting up andInterjecting impromptu"Milords must take this upAnd do it soon suo motu!".Big Chief smiled and roseSystem retained its clogsSome said they understoodWhy it has gone to the dogs
