A nation, full of bumbling sheep
cannot have promises to keep.
The wolf though, coming to the door
gets rid of morons, keeping score.
A wolf is darker on the skin,
he wears a smooth, perpetual grin.
We laud his punctual arrival
he will ensure complete survival
of all the good within the land
let's give this saviour a hand!
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