Once upon a lovely eve, Thou spied a wolf Who would deceive... eyes of ice, fur of night One may wonder if love, he could receive... He procures a howl of utmost blight, yet comforts all who are in sight... Once upon a midnight eve, Thou spied a wolf who would deceive... But now as thee hath shown thine plight, The wolf is but a silhouette in the night... Now, as thou hath shown thine plan.... Wouldst thou dare approach the wolf again?