Wolves
Are in disguise
Working on our children's demise.
In our houses and on our streets
They give our children horrible treats.
The wolves lie of course
We're only parents what do we know? We talk until
We're hoarse.
Don't listen, look, or even try
Or you could be the next one to die.
The wolves are smart they know what to chit chat
And to tat
Webs that are children are walking in to at a fast pace.
My tears I can't erase
I will never see your face
Or feel your embrace
The only thing I could do was give you a resting place.
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