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2017-02-02 12:50:28

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A scratching sound upon the door,
A scraping from an untamed paw,
Be silent, find a place to hide,
Don't let that hungry wolf inside,
With sharpened claw and savage bite,
It stalks its prey with teeth so white,
So bar the door and close the sash,
The wolf is born to tear and slash,
Its spirit cannot be contained,
Nor its wand'rings be constrained,

It pads away, it's had its fun,
It seeks the wilds in which to run,
It howls into the starry night,
It's running free in bold moonlight,
The Hall of Fame will have to wait,
The wolf won't live inside a gate.