Through ancient paths,

'cross hills sublime.

I trekked on fields so green.

Breathing in the country air,

I lived my rural dream.

 

To fill my lungs with fresh, clean air,

was what I sought to do.

I gazed upon the scenery,

that took my breath to view.

 

In sweetest, quiet reverie,

I walked alone the route.

'til suddenly the peace was broke,

by snarling, drooling brute.

 

With searing pain,

and blood soaked clothes,

from idyll I descend.

The fearsome dog has sunk its teeth,

deep into my rear end.