Rising above the zoo-clinging 
        fog
        The towering form of a chef hat-clad dog
        Blissfully unaware of the imminent vote
        That threatens to evict him from his home on Sloat. 
      
No childhood trip to the zoo 
        was complete
        Unless we stopped off at the diner to eat
        Not one of the zoo creatures quite caught my eye
        Like the fiberglass dachshund aloft in the sky. 
      
We live in a town in a time 
        that I fear
        Will serve to destroy all the things once held dear
        An icon so cherished, majestic, and grand
        Should not be allowed to vanish like Playland. 
      
He's the last of the litter, 
        a vanishing breed
        Of dogs that would hover while humans would feed
        Please vote to secure the place of the Doggie
        Brightening the sky 'round the zoo when it's foggy. 
      
Respectfully Submitted,
        Denise Delaney/Patty O'Furniture
            
            photo by D.S. 
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