The Wolf and The Flower

The wolf howls a lonely to

The moon, whilst on the

Prowl, to that one

White flower.

The one White wolf howls

That lonely howl, to

That flower under

The midnight moon.

And he always looks for that one

White flower, that beautiful

Flower after the dawns of noon.

Alas! The beautiful white of the moon

Shines upon the White Wolf,

And that one White flower.

That one White Flower,

How she is beautiful.

How the wolf, he sings

A song of love, for he has found

That beautiful flower He has searched

For long.

And together in the light of the

Moon they walk and talk, in

Happiness.