Off to the abattoir little dogie, git along, git along, it's heading in for the last round up, because it's time to turn it into glue.

Yep, they're a very bad idea.

I just couldn't help rewriting the lyrics of Old Yeller. Go home little dogie, Go home. Poor Yeller, never ran again. They impounded him and used the bolt gun. His bones got turned into glue. Welcome to Smart City, that poster read.

Off to the abattoir little dogie, git along, git along, it's heading in for the last round up, because it's time to turn it into glue.

Yep, they're a very bad idea.