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On my way to grandmothers house, A wolf in hot pursuit. Quiet as a little field mouse, Fear, it's on the loose. I pick up my voice, sing a song, To get me through the night. I'll be there before too long, Hopefully, without a wolf fight. He appears, his mouth so moist, Teeth snarled and festooned, I stand still, and pick up my voice, And sing a broadway tune. ?Oh Wolfie....Why must ya eat me, There must be a better way! I have, this pie as a treatise, You can have it if you go away!? To my surprise, he danced along, And even flashed a smile wry, Lesson is, you can win with a song, And a well placed meat pie. Signed, Dyspo | |