The Big Bad Wolf And no sad world But instead We are the Big Bad Wolf And the angry Should be the laughing Let's sing About the Big Bad Wolf Who frightened the chief Who woke up the poor wolf And has wagon shop Just because the tree is tough And you should have kept scale You won't get a step How wonderful All sorrows And despair As I walk through the fogetful Dressed as a sheep they're forcing me step on the truth and on the dirty Don't according to them Their permission to make it it is too much Don't according to them Don't according to them Don't according to them Anytime I walk by Anytime I go there I hug the tree with love I embrace it with care Do not touch my tree Because I will not let you The tree is crying Like the children they are saying They are saying Don't touch my tree
