As I pour you stories from my memory’s cup
Comes out another childish tale of a wolf pup!

One wolf pup dad was telling me for weeks
He would bring home I was five or six
Would you bring it Dad from the forest?
No dear I’ll get for you from the market.

Ah a wolf pup not just having a dog or a cat
Only in our home how wonderful would be that
When it grew up what a sight that would be
It would cuddle me and growl at my enemy
Unleashed it would roam our home all night
As neighbor’s envy and the burglar’s plight
Our neighborhood accustomed to the night owl
Would now reverberate with a wolf’s howl!

I basked for days in warm glow of pride
Imagining a large wolf walking by my side
Each night after dad left for his night shift
I spent sleepless dreaming his morning’s gift
Each morning as soon as I heard him call
I ran to him to see if had arrived the furry ball.

Days came and went and dad could sense
His child was nearing the end of patience
One night leaving as he kissed my forehead
Told me dear son the pup is fully made
Don’t worry you’ll have it on the next day
A child trusts his dad that’s what they say.

I stayed awake the whole night with the night owl
Cuddling a big wolf in my ears its booming howl!

By now you know what happened I never got the gift
Someone else had taken it my memories only drift!