Will wolf was very, very hot
And filled with bile and loathing
He hated when it was his turn
To wear that darned sheep’s clothing
He howooled at the rising moon
And prowooled through the meadow
Creating bedlam in the baaarn
And waking farmer Geddo
The other wolves were very cross
That Will had blown their cover
They were an unforgiving bunch
As he would soon discover
The leaders of the pack discussed
Will’s derelict behaviour,
“Pack up your things,” the alpha male
Exclaimed, “I cannot save ya!”
“We let it slide when you were young
And thought yourself a cutie
You caused such panic crying, ‘Boy!’
When you were on guard duty.”
“Now go, before we hound you out
From now you’re self-reliant.”
Will shrugged the sheepskin off (at last!)
And walked away, defiant.
“I don’t need you, I have my own
Ideas — some really biggies!
I’m tired of lamb, I think I’ll go
And eat three little piggies!”