Riddle Of The Wolf

Riddle Of The Wolf

By Paul McCann

There’s a wolf prowling round the market place ,

greedy as can be ,

he’s shaken all the loot from the money tree,

now he’s trying to squeeze blood out of me .  

You can’t get blood from a stone

or water when the wells run dry

and you can’t squeeze a man when he is down on his knees

no matter how hard you try. 

The wolf’s  prowling round the door outside

as hungry as can be ,

I’ve got more than enough mouths to feed

and now he’s  trying to make a meal out of me .

All I got is breadcrumbs and he wants a big piece of the pie ,

its sixpence a slice for some shepherds pie

and seven blackbirds are ready to fly .                                                                                                                                                                                                                     

The riddle of the wolf who stuck in the middle

has no time for no one else  .

He can’t give in , he can’t give out ,

he can’t give up all his wealth  .

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