The Dancing Wolf
tis said there once was a wolf who dances.
each night ere midnight
tis said he croons and prances
seeking his hearts delight
long ago twas thought there to be a maid
his heart's eternal beating desire
alas when he was happiest, she did fade
he wept and thought her a liar
his heart broken, he blamed himself
in the end, no one knows what happened
to he, the dancing wolf, but myself
and she who broke his heart? hers twas cheapened.
and so he weeps, alone at the edge of the wood
waiting for the maid, who once was, his red riding hood.
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