Well Mr. Wolf I can see that you're hungry maybe it's time for your dinner
I won't guarantee that I'm not poisonous, it's the poison of a sinner
In the winter time when my wooden limbs grow cold and tired and weak
This vile poison builds up in me and a master of puppets I seek
So I've heard Mr Wolf that you have a way with playing puppets for fools
So here is your first chance Mr. Wolf your chance to break all the rules
