Be careful my children, listen well to me
For beyond the pine trees a wolf waits, dark and insatiable
He prowls the night, howling, calling you from your beds
You’ll be tempted my girls but listen! He can appear your friend.
I entered into his shadow den when I was young and his eyes were bright and yellow
he sang softly and whispered the secrets of the night
I let him take a bite from me and it left me torn and scarred
So be careful my flowers and listen well.
Don’t let the beast inside!