Is that a wolf in sheep’s clothing there?
I don’t mean metaphorically as hot air,
Just right there by the barber shop,
The one that looks like a cheap, wet mop.
We should warn the old man who’s coming out,
If he’s not a fighter, old oak and stout,
He could get jumped by the wolf-in-guise,
And hurt my ears with his “help me” cries.
“Err, I think that’s… that’s a poodle,
You know, as dangerous as your average strudel,
It is woolly and white, I agree,
But a wolf in disguise I just can’t see.
I think the old man is his old owner,
The doggy a companion working for a boner.
You know, you have this kind of bad habit
Of seeing danger everywhere, like a scared rabbit.
Try to relax and not get spooked,
By your fear of animals and getting surprise-nuked,
How about I buy you a sorbet,
Concentrate on licking that. A deal? Ok?”