Pointy Ears

[Frattimonde]

Pointed ears listens to your approach
Its' pretty nose smells your odor
Slowly it starts to march
Soon to be breathing in your neck

Unsuspectingly you sneak among the treasures
Without knowing your pursuer
Will you be quick enough
To leap away in fear

Too late you turn
While sneaking around
Panic ensues and a set of jaws leaps at you
It's the Dobermann Pinscher striking at you