Poem (c) Hikage Stinkdawg 2004

It's summer time

And the birds are singing

The breeze is sweet as wine,

And I'm filled with glee.

Whatever happens now

I've stopped caring

Cause soon every fur around

Will be living it up at AC.

Furs of every size

And shape and creed

Will reach for the grander prize

To fill their paws with furry swag.

From foxes to wolves

Filling paws with what they need.

Furs with claws and those with hooves.

Paws will scritch and tails will wag.

It's nice to know that furries have a home.

It's good to be with those who know how you feel.

And though some furries will have to roam,

It's a good thing to know that AC is for real.