There are hunters on a hill;

Wolves watching ready to kill.

They all ran filled with disgrace,

Bloodshed was all over the place.

Hunters became the hunted.

Hunters and wolves confronted.

They engaged into battle;

The wolves took man’s cattle.

Right after their prolonged fight,

The men ran away with freight.

Faster than a bullet train,

Those who were spared were full of pain.

They saw the wolves as a beast;

Meanwhile the wolves now feast.

Now safe they watched from afar,

But watching them was so bizarre.

After that atrocious day,

With no trace of the wolves’ prey,

The town listened to the news.

In sorrow they filled up with booze.

Discerning their negligence,

Without any elegance,

They stormed out like an earthquake;

Stomping the wolves like a pancake.