D is for Dog

My dog went mad and bit my hand,
I was bitten to the bone:
My wife went walking out with him,
And then came back alone.

I smoked my pipe, I nursed my wound,
I saw them both depart:
And when my wife came back alone,
I was bitten to the heart.
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