The Great Grey Wolf
The trees are green, the snow is white
The moon is looking full tonight
The great Grey Wolf howls to the stars
And scares all the people back to their cars
Our campsite is empty, all but me
As I sit and gaze while the Grey Wolf sings.
“What a beautiful creature; can’t you see? “
“Don’t be afraid, he’s just singing."
Come sit and watch and soon you’ll see
Just what this Grey Wolf’s done to me
His howl so smooth as it slips off his tongue
And his breath so wild as it dances in the morning sun
So now he goes back to his den
Maybe tonight he’ll come sing again
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