When I was about three or four
I walked out that wooden door
The sun was shining bright
And in that moment everything seemed right
But as I walked down the vacant street
I head distant men screaming in repeat
Then barking was all I could here
For then I knew a wild dog was near
And I became completely petrified as it inched closer
Its black fur and sharp teeth suck out, I had never seen anything glosser
It circled and sniffed me with its wet nose
And I swore I never shifted from my frightened pose
Until it growled at me and swiftly ran away
Leaving me to ponder, why was I not his pray