There’s Lorraine, across the street,
She’s fine now; walks without a limp,
But deep inside the fear’s still there.
Each time that you bark, she shakes
The neighborhood kids all poke and jeer.
They are the ones to blame, not you.
You run, you bark, protecting what’s yours.
Is that so bad? Why must you go?
Today my dog was put to sleep.
They didn’t tell me; there was no pain.
He closed his eyes and drifted away.
And now he is dead; I guess I am too.