Summers in Texas are hotter than hot.
You think they're not?
If you don't believe me, ask my dog Frank.
In June, he started sizzlin'
when the sun came up.
He was only a pup.
By July, he was steamin'
Like a sauerkraut stew.
Peeeeew!? He thought so too!
Well, the dog days of August
Were the worst for him by far.
You may even think it oddly bizarre.
But Frank went outside
One wretched summer day.
What happened next, I'd rather not say.
But believe me that 'neath the Texas sun
Is no kind of place for a dachshund
Dressed like a hot dog on a bun!
Poor Frank.
What a prank!
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