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say, and tried to bring Droverâs folks into the fracas . . . Droverâs face into focus, actually.
Perhaps I had dozed, but not deeply and not for long. I tried to bring Droverâs face into focus. âDid you just say that your leg heard a sound?â
âNo, I said that my leg hurts but my ears heard a sound.â
âOkay, that checks out. There for a minute, I thought . . . where are we, Drover?â
âWell, I think weâre under the gas tanks, and I think you woke up for a minute and fell asleep again.â
âHa, ha. I donât think so. No, I was just planning out the dayâs agenda.â
âYeah, but itâs the middle of the night.â
âExactly. Thatâs what I mean. No problem.â I pushed myself up on all fours and shook the vapors out of my head. âWhere did you say we were?â
âWhen?â
âRight now, you tuna.â
âWell, under the gas tanks . . . I guess.â
âYes, of course. Good. Weâre right on schedule. I had scheduled a meeting here under the, uh, gas tanks. Do you know the purpose of this meeting?â
âWell, letâs see.â He rolled his eyes. âYou wanted to hear my new song?â
âWhat?â
âI wrote a song. In my sleep. While I was asleep, I thought of this song, just kind of dreamed it up out of nowhere.â
I stared at the runt. âYou wrote a song in your sleep? That sounds crazy, Drover. In the first place, you donât even sing. I mean, dogs who donât sing donât write songs.â
âYeah, I know, but I did, I really did. It came to me in a dream. Itâs about tornadoes.â
âOh brother. In the middle of the night, youâre composing a song about tornadoes?â
âYeah, you want to hear it? Iâd better do it pretty quick or Iâll forget it.â
âAnd that would be a tragedy, I suppose.â
âYeah, âcause I never wrote a song before.â
âYou already said that.â
âIâm kind of proud of it.â
âYes, of course.â I yawned. âOkay, letâs hear it. Might as well get it over with.â
âOh good! But I donât know what key itâs in.â
âJust sing the song, Drover, and letâs get on to something else.â
âOkay. Here I go.â
In case youâre interested, hereâs the song.
Droverâs Tornado Safety Song
Never ever bark at a funnel-shaped cloud
If itâs spinning in a circle and roaring real loud.
See, it could be a monster or a goblin or a spook
Or something else entirely worse that mightnât turn you loose.
Turn me loose, turn me loose, Iâm as silly as a goose
For barking at a thing thatâs bigger than a moose.
If you bark up a storm, then one might appear,
Youâll get an education, and knocked on your rear.
On your rear, on your rear, on your hiniest rear,
Itâll knock you on your can and stand you on your ear.
Spin you in a circle and circle all around,
Youâll fly through the air and skid across the ground.
Cross the ground, cross the ground, cross the cold hard ground,
Youâll lose a lot of sleep and hair by the pound.
Thereâs quite a bit of difference âtween a storm and a frog.
A storm doesnât have much fear of a dog.
Hereâs the moral to the story of the funnel-shaped cloud
Thatâs spinning in a circle and roaring real loud.
If you bite a big tornado itâll probably give you hiccups
So take this piece of good advice: go back to barkinâ pickups.
He finished the song and sat there, grinning and waiting for me to say something. âWhat do you think? Tell me the truth.â
âWhat do I think? Well . . . itâs a song, Drover, we canât deny that. I mean, it has words and sort of a melody.â
âYeah, but do you like it? I thought it had a pretty deep message: stay away from tornadoes. I guess you could say
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