Poor little Fido, again he’s lost his way from the Huntsmen,

He settled with his new master, but Master couldn’t communicate well,

Poor little Fido, again he’s sold through a newspaper before his life could begin with men,

He settled with abuse, locked in a prison, a cell, little Fido locked in hell,

Poor little Fido, again he came so close to zen,

Fast forward, a young child want to play with not so little Fido,

Threats, growls, barks, teeth flashing, children don’t deal well with,

Bacardi in hand, Master yells at the dog, Master knows nothing of Bushido,

Father’s instinct tells him to protect his son, punches thrown, Master gets marked by the fifth,