Making her wear lady's gloves
Upon her wolfy paws
Always quick to mention
Her many wolfy flaws
She isn't good at tea time
She isn't good in school
She just curls up and goes to sleep
Her textbook's full of drool
"Sit straight! Don't slouch!
And comb your fur!
My goodness, how you shed!
And why's it always meat you want?
Not satisfied with bread?
How kind we were to take you in
And look how we're repaid...
You'll eat us out of house and home
Such sacrifice we've made!"
The she-wolf sighs; she tries and tries
It don't do any good
Instead of tea and school, she'd like to
Hunt deer in the wood
In her mind, she hears the phrases
That her benefactors said:
"If it weren't for us, by now
You'd be illiterate or dead!"
So she picks up her embroidery
And she fumbles with the thread
And makes up her mind to try again
To eat less meat, more bread.
