Why do wolves get to have all of the fun

I’m a lamb for the slaughter

Waitin to get my

My fur undone

There’s the big ones,

The bad ones

The big guns

But why do wolves get to have all of that fun?

Come on drag me down

To grandma’s place

There’s a bed there, there’s some bread here

Have a taste

My oh my those teeth are looking great

Why oh why oh why can’t be too late