Yum yum, wolfy wants to eat!
Yum yum, wolfy wants my meat!
His eyes grow large, he starts to growl.
He imagines me falling, bruising, saying ‘ow!’
I pull my cloak above my head.
The wolfy is picturing me dead.
But not before he gets me in grandmas bed.
If I had a gun, i’d pump him with lead!
My heart it starts to skip a beat,
I’m skipping down a country street.
The flowers they all fall away,
It's a pretty summers day.
The wolfy looks a friendly sort,
in clothes he clearly hasn’t brought.
But suddenly i’m suprised to see,
its not a wolfy staring at me.
Looking at me is my biggest fan.
Why looking at me is a man!
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