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Little wolf, little wolf, do not roam.
Stay with your pack, safe at home.
Walk through a path with many trees.
With flowers abound and grass of green.
Avoid the one in a cloak of red.
For if you go near her you'll surely be dead.
She may look sweet and she may look harmless.
But her power is one us wolves cannot harness.
She'll cry and scream "Wolf! Wolf!" loud and clear.
Then a large, rugged man will soon appear.
He's a hunter, a human not to be trusted.
He bares a huge ax that looks a bit rusted.
He killed the alpha, your father.
All because the one in red he did bother.
Little wolf, little wolf, don't you see?
Home, for us, is the safest place to be.