The wolf

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Big bad wolf

Quickly he runs,

Gigantic his leaps,

His senses are sharp,

Like you he can dream.

A lone 1 voice,

Or hunting in a pack,

There is one predator: Man,

Better watch his back.

His song is of a sad tale,

Of love and loss,

No treat him badly,

No one to boss.

Paws softly padding on the ground,

He’s gotta be listening out for any sound,

He spots someone,

It’s a human with a gun.

He knows that it will get him,

And shoot him down,

No longer can he run,

Then the awful sound of a gun!

Big bad wolf ©