Thought of least, this pitiful beast
Forevermore the last to feast
When they growl I turn to hide
As the lowest I have no pride
Teeth flash, in my face
I turn to run and they give chase
Belly up, I surrender!
When they leave, oh the splendor
Even if they fill me with fear
No matter what I'll always be there
I will not be driven to hate
Despite this cruel, and painful fate
Bent, low, to the ground
That is where I can be found
Head, high, to the moon
I will sing my pain filled tune
