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It started out with one good boy,
A prehistoric, funny, little plushie toy,
His name was Gary, quite refined,
A murder floof with teeth aligned (yikes)!
They dressed him up in bowtie class,
He promptly bit a Swissman's—ahem—pass ;)
And now the Earth is not the same,
We built a world… that he reclaimed.

Howl if you love me!
Snarl if you care!
Growl like a Gary with your hindquarters bare!
The world went to wolves, and we let it go,
Now its Soup Poets in the Dire Wolf Show!

They brought back dodos, mammoths too,
But nothing howls like a biting Pack Review.
Dire wolves with influencer flair,
Lip-syncing threats on YOWL-AIR.
They run the banks, they run the press,
They run in packs—and rarely dress.
We tried to leash, to charm, to clone—
They turned Wall Street into a bone.

(I'm imagining a drum solo using two bones)

Howl if you love me!
Sniff if you're near!
Mark your emotions on the political sphere!
The humans had time, but they chose delay,
Now Brenda the Alpha makes laws her way!

One by one, the zoos rebelled,
The turnstiles snapped, the keepers yelled—
But Gary? He clung to a moose in a vest
And headbutted traffic through Megalocrat West.
He whispered low: “You had your chance.”
Then taught the wolves interpretive dance.
We watched them twirl in fur and fang,
While Congress chewed on squeaky slang.

Howl if you love me!
Clap with your claws!
It's hard to find rhythm in a world without laws!
A Poetry Soup contest in a canine parade,
Where the past came back, and it sure won’t fade!

So tie your fate in a dog-shaped bow,
This ain't a drill—it’s the Dire Wolf Show!

(outro)
We asked Sam Dumpty for his report,
Yeah, was kinda surprised by his retort:
Gary.. um, owooooo? 
He’s still out there…
might be writing s soupie
on discarded pizza boxes.
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