Wild dogs of the Tijuca

Near the ridge where the lizards bask
And the sun eats away at the hole in the forest
Lies the track to the high hill
Where the wild dogs kill

In the undergrowth the pack lies low
Monkeys and parrots passing overhead
And in the distance a deer forages
Springing up like a thunderstorm above the ridge

Leaping and barking
Stalking the terrified deer
Sprinting and slamming
The hand of a tropical war god

"Crash" the deer is trapped in a patch of wild bamboo
Nashing teeth dig down, shock will touch death soon
Bloodstained insects and geckos fly out like balls in snooker
To make way for the grievous foray those wild dogs of Tijuca