Little Lost Lamb

Little lost lamb, 
You've strayed from the flock. 
You are bleating to the sky 

No one can hear your piteous cries 
No one except the wolf, that is 
Who slowly stalks your fragile frame 

Licking his lips 
Succulent little lamb 

Bleat some more, he wants to find you 
Alone 
Without your mother 

He will gladly keep you company 
In his lair, with his cubs 
Whilst he tears you to shreds 
And feeds you piece by piece to his own young 

Little lost lamb, 
You've seen him draw near 
And the bleating has become fearful 

You know what he will do 
As he draws close to you 
Your little heart pounding 
Your little cries so pleading 

Wolf doesn't care 
He has his own hungry little mouths to feed 
He will not feed yours too 

And in a moment of pure horror 
Little lost lamb realises 

But realisation always comes too late

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