Dogs of the Government

1,1,2

We will come for 

youuuuu!

By Sun, By Moon,

we will find you 

Sooooon!

We'll catch, your sent,

and on your hide we will be

beeeeent!

At count, of 3,

all your tricks we'll 

seeeee!

1,1,2

We will come for 

youuuuu!

By Sun, By Moon,

we will find you 

Sooooon!

The shrinking text is implying the the person seeing is moving away. This poem/song is supposed to be barked out and howled in places, sense your not hearing it, you have to be told, you know...