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The Boy And His Wolf 

The two rebels of the forest

In the middle of the forest

In the land of the fairies,

There lived a little boy

And his wolf of the prairies.

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Oh, the adventures they saw

This little boy and his puppy,

They climbed forest trees

Playing until they’re muddy.

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They chatted to each other

Told far fetched, odd stories,

Of fairies they had run into

When exploring their territory.

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They wanted so badly to fly

And the puppy grinned in glee,

As the fairies held him high

As they flew through the trees.

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The little boy stood clapping

Knowing it was his turn next,

He knows no one else believes

Saying it was all special effects.

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But he knew he and his puppy

Flew over the trees, way up high,

As they touched the soft clouds

At the very top of the blue sky.

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After the fairies set them down

The boy and his wolf raced off,

Looking for treasure in the forest

Until the boy started to cough.

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The boy climbed onto his pup

The wolf run as fast as he could,

He had to find the fairies again

His boy was sick, he understood.

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At the treehouse they rushed

Putting the boy into a dry bed,

Waving wands, casting spells

The wolf thought he was dead.

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But it turned out to be a dream

The evil witch had cast a spell,

The boy and his wolf too strong

Together, the two always rebel.

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The witch had met her match

The boy and wolf may be young,

Together, wolf, boy and fairies

Captured and cut out her tongue. 

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Originally posted on Medium 

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