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Oh you can tell by the way he wags his tail, he helped make pups, his genes prevailed. Barking loud, fur is warm, it's clear this proud papa's pups are born!
They're all right, his people say. He may visit them some day. Oak understands that the people have a plan
Oak fondly remembers the mother,
hasn't been with many others
and his tail is wagging high, wagging high
The water off his body he's shaking
as he remembers puppy making
And his tail is wagging high, wagging high
wuff wuff wuff wuff wagging higgh
Wuff! Wuff! Wuff! Wagging HIIIIGH!"