Majestic gray, to black, to white
Running through the moonlit night
To the full moon it sings
To us all a little wonder does bring.
Traveling through the break of day
There’s no time to stop and play
Through spring, and winter, and summer, and fall
It must obey the wild’s call.
To travel where its heart does lead
Its soul forever wild and free, does not heed
That is why the mournful wail
On full moon night’s dusty trail.
Now you must be wondering in you curiosity’s eye
Who is this Prince of the Forest; Lord of the Sky
The wolf, my friend, is of who I speak
Forever strong and never weak.
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