Soft Wolf Tread

The soft wolf tread
Thru Emerald Forest he was lookin' to make a bed
There in the spindly thicket softly did he tread
The soft wolf tread
Sure was starved
And thru his silver coat his ribs shown sharply carved
The hand that feeds was pickin' weeds
Sure looked starved
Up comes Hood, he's beautiful
As a sirloin steak to a pit bull chained up
It's good to see
Such an old friend again
Such an old friend again
Such an old friend again
Then he said
"Dear Hood, what brings you to this neck of the woods?
In your scarlet cape and your basket full of grapes
What lures you to the woods?"
The soft wolf tread the clearing
And he's nervously tugging on his earring
He talked "How good, such an old friend again"
Such an old friend again
Such an old friend again
Such an old
Such an old
Such an old

And then he spun a twisted tale
'Bout a child who cried his name
So many times that even when he yelled no one ever came
The soft wolf tread
The soft wolf tread
The soft wolf tread
Well, he tread and tread and tread and tread
Such an old friend again
Such an old friend again
Such an old friend again