(As sung by the kitchen fires)
Boldolph the black wolf sniffed the stew,
His belly growled: “This meat will do!”
He tiptoed past the snoring men,
And dipped a paw in the broth again.
Morrigan caught him, gave a glare,
“You thieving pup, don’t you dare!”
But Boldolph smirked with sausage pride,
And gobbled half the pot inside.
The cooks awoke to clatter and howl,
The stew was gone, the bowl was foul.
They found a trail of bones and crumbs,
And one big wolf with sleepy gums.
Now every night the guards are warned,
“Keep watch on Boldolph, ever adorned.
For if you blink or turn your back,
He’ll steal your soup and leave no snack!”
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