"My name is Johnny, you ask me how I was raised?
When I was little, rabbits were supposed to be my preys
Men were forcing me to do the killing
Vile I was not, I was too unwilling
Running away from time to time
Catching me as if I was committing a crime.
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I succeeded finally, I got away
From this so called loving, I just wanted to play.
Unfortunately I kept the collar, such a traumatic memory
To my owners: you gave me the worst accessory.
I grew up
The collar was hugging me tight
While the other dogs on the street weren’t polite
There they were again those humans I couldn’t trust
Giving me food and trying to reduce my wanderlust.
Catch me if you can
Killing the rabbits is not my plan.
Eventually I failed,
I got injected, sleepy sleepy, I exhaled
Once again I got caught
And actually this time they were friendlier than I
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