"Bow Not For The Barks Of Fear!"

Oh! My dear you in the mirror,

Bow not for the barks of fear;

In the path of life come 'some' near,

And many to only bring loads of tear;

Cry strong for that, is hard to bear,

And give not, for such, ever again an ear;


Fly high and high, for that is the real cheer,

Nothing, but is a little smile, that you got to always wear;

'Two', or 'Four' feet together, to the end, matters mere,

Smell of relish, is the only to keep you forever pure;

So my dear you in the mirror,

Bow not for the barks of fear.