The dog kids love to bite

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I was putting some window blinds up in my son's apartment this afternoon. When I had finished, I had to pick up some grocery items. Closest store was Discount Drug Mart. I picked up what I needed and was looking around to see if I could get any ideas for a light supper when I happened upon some Armour Hot Dogs. They were on sale so I got a pack. I also got some buns, chips, and chili sauce. From the moment I saw those hot dogs I had a sixties flash back and this jingle kept coming into my head:

Hot dogs, Armour hot dogs
What kind of kids eat Armour hot dogs?
Fat kids, skinny kids, kids who climb on rocks
Tough kids, sissy kids
Even kids with chicken pox
Love hot dogs, Armour hot dogs
The dogs kids love to bite.

When men like dogs that's news they say
But when kids like dogs they yell, "HURRAY!"
For hot dogs, Armour hot dogs
The dogs kids love to bite.

Now if you've read this far you either are hungry, or you have this jingle running through your head.

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