Rescuing Phone Rang

The Leader of the gang Fought his door with a bang, From the all –metal forcing out a clang That his impatience duly sang, Now smiling and choosing to hang, Every tooth of his a ready fang… Then, Dave’s rescuing phone rang To great risk exposing the gang! Pitted against a metallic door, Whose forcible opening isn’t sure Save with dynamites not in noise poor Or human strength, completely raw Would the leader now run for it,first Or the door still attack a bit?