A wolf in the night
Hunts its prey
Every night
And every day

Tonight it hunts
With its sharp fangs
A limping lamb
Who runs astray

The wolf followed quickly
Not making a sound
Hiding in the grass
So as not to be found

Then the wolf stopped
At the sound of a snap;
And it felt its leg
Stuck in a trap

The sound of the snap
Entered the lambs ear;
Then it went cold
Filled with fear

The wolf looked up
To see the lamb flee;
But the lamb soon fumbles
Into a tree

The wolf dashed
Without delay
This was its chance
To **** its prey

When the lambs head
Reached its peak
The wolf bit it off
On the lamb's final bleat

The wolf eats the lamb
Down to the bone;
Then the wolf leaves
To hunt alone