Everyone wants to be something when they grow up,
and I want to be famous.
You want to be a doctor--
Smarty ate far too many Smarties when he was young.
Who the heck wants to be a wiener?
Let's face reality.
You'll be the famous one, and I'll be the vet,
battle scars run up my arms.
I have never liked dogs though, and
I never will.
So what about that you little attention seeker?
The whole world loves you--
So what?
Are you fulfilled you skinny little mutt?
You better watch out, you are due
in my operating room soon.
Yummy, fresh hearts.
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