One take of "Pope and dog"

Lyrics:

When he was young he walked on stilts.
Now he old, he is the pope.
The dog is eating a Scottish kilt,
grass and stones and soap.

The story is written, written at the bottom,
it is hidden, hidden and forgotten.
The pope is gone, and the dog is alone.
The pope is gone, and the dog is alone.

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