Yes, he's my dog, I named him Spike,
but be careful, stay on your trike.
Spike's angry, so keep far away,
while I try to hold him at bay.

Whoops, Don't pet him or you'll see
my dog's mean and only likes me.
Okay, he likes girls in pink,
but only to bite them, I think.

Hey, your lucky he doesn't bite,
when you pet him but he still might.
That tail wagging is just an act,
Spike's really mean, and that's a fact,

Stop him! You just don't understand
why my dog is licking your hand.
Spike is starved and just tasting you
before he bites your arm in two.

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