We are wolves in sheep skin,
We flocked the Lambs' church,
You couldn't tell whom we were,
We sang praise hymns of the lambs,
We clapped hands like they do,
In the evening we walked with lambs,
Would bleet just like they do,
We ate all the best by the roadside
Then, bolsted by our numbers,
We blamed the Rams and the Ewes,
Then we also ate them up!
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