I'm a lean dog, a keen dog, a wild dog and lone. I'm a rough dog, a tough dog hunting on my own. I'm a bad dog, a mad dog, teasing silly sheep. I love to sit and bathe a moon to keep fat souls from sleep. I'll never be a lap dog, licking dirty feet, a sleek dog, a meek dog, cringing for my meat. Not for me the fireside, the well-filled plate, but shut door and sharp stone and cuffs and kick and hate. Not for me the other dogs running by my side, some have run a short while, but none of them would bite. O minus still alone, trail the hard trail, the best wide wind and wild stars and hunger of the quest.