The Danger of Sam

Beads of blood define my plight No scars to see just yet How much more do I need to fight? I wish I could show you this sight The fine lines of red that have just begun to set Beads of blood define my plight All I wish is that he might Stop soon, but my wishing is only a threat How much more do I need to fight? I scream and I kick as he shows me his bite Trying to make sure I’ll never forget The beads of blood that define my plight How is he to know which is wrong and which is right? Will he ever feel regret? How much more do I need to fight? Poor little raccoon, with your collar so tight Why do I have you as a pet? Beads of blood define my plight How much more do I need to fight?