As the moon came up,
The wolf sat down.
Tonight he can't just roam around.
It's just not fair,
It can't be right!
For mum to keep him in tonight.
He should be out,
He should be prowling.
But instead he sits here scowling.
For he's been bad,
He's made a mess.
He's ripped and torn his sunday best!
©2002 Gareth Lancaster
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