A long long time ago
in a forest not too far from here,
a brave band of indians
relinquished all qualms and fears
for what they had seen
arising from the depths
of Grand Ol’ Lake Millersville
brought a warmness to their chests.

For these three heroes were the unit.
And they were the Dog Unit.
Working for the common man, freeing the slaves.
They were our brave champions.
Laboring in endless toil and strife.
Begotten of a Saint Bernard mating with a human and another Saint Bernard.

Pandas, Poop, and Pipe-Weed.
You know what it is.

D Unit is following

D Unit is not following anyone.