There are hunting dogs
A bat eared fox
A jackal with stripes
And hyena spots

Down through the ages
They can do what they can
But only Inja the dog
Can be a friend of man

A prime evil man on a cold, cold night
Cooking by his cave in the firelight
And the family of dogs of the wilderness
It made me share your food and fire
And your friendliness

First there came the hunting dogs
Creeping up to the glowing logs
The man said I can’t share my stew
Because there are too many of you

There are hunting dogs
A bat eared fox
A jackal with stripes
And a hyena with spots

But down through the ages
They do what they can
But only Inja the dog
Can be a friend of man

Then there came the bat eared fox
Frightening all the man’s poor flocks
Man said friends we’ll never be
Because of all your treachery

Then there came the sly jackal
With his eerie sounding call
Man said I don’t like your noise
Leave my fire you have no choice

There are hunting dogs
A bat eared fox
A jackal with stripes
And a hyena with spots

But down through the ages
They do what they can
But only Inja the dog
Can be a friend of man

Then there came the hyena
Man could smell him from afar
Man said you’re a scavenger
And I don’t like your aroma

Then finally came Inja the dog
From the misty forest fog
Brave and faithful to the end
Man said you are my best friend

There are hunting dogs
A bat eared fox
A jackal with stripes
And a hyena with spots

But down through the ages
They do what they can
But only Inja the dog
Can be a friend of man