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Light candles and shed a few tears.
Make light of your worries and fears.
The wolf he is safe in the fold.
Sure, some sheep will never grow old,
But virtues the wolf has, my dears.

It’s hard when another lamb dies,
But pull the wool over your eyes.
The wolf we can never defeat.
(It may help to cower and bleat.)
Pay no heed to loud vengeful cries.

The wolf you may think is a curse,
But without him we’d be less diverse.
He’s the sword that will assuage our guilt;
We must suffer, but we’ll never wilt.
(And that fiend, Donald Trump, is much worse.)