Joey has a dog.And a ball.And a great throwing arm.Jet has Joey.And a job to do.And do.And do.And do.

They make a fine pair.If you were Joey's ball -- the one withthe blue stripe -- you would keep movingamong the birdsthrough the treeson the waterdown the hillup the hillacross the streetbetween the tablesover the roofsinto a holeand out of a holealong with Jet, Joey's dog.