4 Sandy the golden retriever, a gentle and loveable soul A long walk, a friendly pat, food in a bowl These were his normal, natural goals
He was so happy bounding along So surefoot, an expert, his balance was strong His tail a gracious proud plume, his stride free and long
Yet Sandy had a fear, which had me quite floored He wouldn't exit the car from the front passenger door Only from the driver's side, no matter how much you implored
If you tried to drag him out, be careful, he'd bite Sandy, so loving, but it was just in his fright Would do anything not to exit, try as you might
One day two little dogs accompanied him in the car Two little dogs who did not bear his scar Two little dogs whose minds did not have this bar
When the car finally stopped at its destination These two dogs were waiting in a state of excitation For the passenger door to open, to fly out without hesitation
And Sandy, a dog also, could not watch them run free Could not stay in the car, but jumped out quite gladly Out of the door that had him spooked so eerily
Dare I suggest that an analogy can be invented Between Sandy and those who from their lungs smoke is vented Something for which their lungs was never intended