There was once a little pup,
As little as one could be.
With weak legs and small paws
And his eyes barely could anything see.
Seperated from the the litter
He faced a life much bitter.
Scratched with hardened claws,
Bitten by blood hungry jaws
Till he could no longer move and titter.
He yelped and howled
To call around
When he was in pain.
To his help came some hound
And exploited him for personal gain.
The hound pretended to be a lion
A lion at “his” game.
But was a fox, who faked and feigned
And put the pup’s repute to shame.
But now the pup is big and strong,
To fight the world and correct the wrong.
He is not a dog but wolf instead
Who leads packs, even putting the lions to dread.
Nandu speaks 