The search
A victim was found,
Throat slit, blood on the ground.
Who was the murderer? Easy to guess,
Just look at the canine bites on his chest.
The police want to find the guilty
But it’s a waste of time,
Finding a pack of wolves, so mighty,
Is twice as hard as making this rhyme.
They search the city all over the place,
Looking for a clue, looking for a trace.
They miss one thing, there’s one little fail,
My pack is careful, they don’t leave a trail.
