The pinched faced man in a hoody

Was a bully to a young nervous dog.

The dog cried, high pitched. Terrified.

The 'man' pulled him from his feet on a rope,

I could tell: the poor little guy had lost hope.

This pale faced guy looked like a user, spice

I expect. I said "sell me your dog for a twenty;

I'll send him into the bush meat trade". I'll never forget.

I was afraid I'd have to take him. This guy'd have a blade and besides spice'd have sent him crazy. 

But he said fine, grabbed the money, ran off, another

Few steps towards his grave.

I called the puppy Woody, he's still with me today, so full of love 

And loyalty. I saved him from cruelty. He saved me from myself.