The beige dog on the road
Walking sniffing feeling free
Without looking where he is going
A car driver knocks on its hind leg
Walking 3 legged
The wife blames her husband
He takes the dog to the vet
Get it bandaged
The dog keeps quiet
As cool as the wind blow
Only the wife will nag her husband
Without roping the dog
Like us on the hand-phones
Busy talking without looking
Some have fallen into manholes
Breaking their legs to show
Even traffic on junctions
They don't look ahead
Eyes still on the hand-phones
Accidents will knock the senses
The beige dog now recovers
The phobia will linger in his mind
Like us will remember the incidents
We don't want to repeat it again
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