My mommy emailed me all about this. American Airlines, that capitalist behemoth, either through malace or gross negligance, caused the death of seven of our finest. Seven puppies -- dead in Chicago. All for the worship of the almighty profits!
I posted pictures of the seven martyrs to corporate greed, seven little puppies who will never know a Kong toy, who'll never again be scratched behind the ears, who'll never graduate from puppy school. Let's all be sure to light a candle tonight for each one . . . there's
Frankie and there's . . .
Fishbone, and there's . . .
Hannibal and there's . . .
McDuff (hey, he looks like me) and there's . . .
Patches and there's . . .
Willy Boy and last but not least there's . . .
Dolly . . . the're all gone.
Here's a little song in rememberence:
Tin airplanes and Obama's coming
They're finally on their own
This summer I hear the drumming
Seven dead in Chicago.
