Soft Wolf Tread

The soft wolf tread Thru Emerald Forest he was lookin' to make a bed There in the spindly thicket softly did he tread The soft wolf tread Sure was starved And thru his silver coat his ribs shown sharply carved The hand that feeds was pickin' weeds Sure looked starved Up comes Hood, he's beautiful As a sirloin steak to a pit bull chained up It's good to see Such an old friend again Such an old friend again Such an old friend again Then he said "Dear Hood, what brings you to this neck of the woods? In your scarlet cape and your basket full of grapes What lures you to the woods?" The soft wolf tread the clearing And he's nervously tugging on his earring He talked "How good, such an old friend again" Such an old friend again Such an old friend again Such an old Such an old Such an old And then he spun a twisted tale 'Bout a child who cried his name So many times that even when he yelled no one ever came The soft wolf tread The soft wolf tread The soft wolf tread Well, he tread and tread and tread and tread Such an old friend again Such an old friend again Such an old friend again