Wolves Howling At the Moon

As the flowers rise in the morning light, The Wolves fall out of sight, The Shadows of the trees, and the buzzing of the bees, It's not long before the cheeky moon, Start to play its silent tune, As the moon looks down with a frown, The Wolves think it looks like a clown, So every night as the circus rolls on, The wolves howl with joyfulness and song, Dancing with their games of fun and fight, As the flowers rise in the morning light.