The wolf howl is a wild ride

Often the oldest story's told to run in freight

The wolves howl piercing the cold night as your muscles squeeze up tight

Between the stories told; The beautiful innocent golden eyes shine

As the stories continue to be told at story time

Misunderstood from the start; Having the kindest heart

Killing farm animals to feed their own beautiful children from the start

Having to kill them back as revenge from ripping their animals apart

Putting their lives to an end as you comfortably lay back in bed

Ridding the world from these “Viciously” mercyless animals as said

From your story’s as read; many years that have been dragged along by generations to dread

The wolves howl pierces the night; as you freight

From the story books you were read at storytime; As you were an innocent child laying in bed at night

Your view of something beautiful forcibly changed by some storybooks; you can change the world, You can make it right.