Us Sharp-Fanged Creatures, the Wolves

Us sharp-fanged creatures,

We roam the earth,

In complete silence,

In our own terf.

You must be careful,

We travel in packs,

We aren't very forgiving,

And we hardly relax.

We'll come out at night,

And hunt all the helpless,

Then howl at the moon,

We feast, and then rest.

So next time you think,

To ever go about,

Us sharp-fanged creatures,

WILL seek you out.

The End

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