It comes in all forms And is readily shared; At times it’s requested At times it’s declared. And as often as not, When given it’s wrong, But advice radiates Like the notes of a song. A couple from Britain, Their little dog lost, Sought the counsel of experts And substantial the cost. Simon, their Lab, Had been gone a few days, And the expert prescribed A cure to amaze. He suggested collecting Their urine expelled To scent mark locations Like a dog’s thus compelled. So they’d peed into bottles Then traveled the street While spilling the contents Where dogs and pee meet. The expert assured them The dog’d find the scent And return to the owners - All safe and content. A week’s passed to history And Simon’s still lost – They’ve expended some urine And the specialist’s cost. But the question to ask Is why people will buy Any hope that’s for sale From a snake-oil guy.