thres a wiley old wolf out on the prowl
knows every trick no reason to howl
hes downright scruffy in his mangy old coat
but when it comes to going hungry well he dont
he carries the scars from many a battle
but hes fit and hard in the finest fettle
roaming wild near the rabbit hutch
i think his plans might end in lunch
his kind are never caught out they say
till he silently one day fades away
so in the flickering of the nights fire light
whats that wolf shaped shadow just out of sight