The wolves
Howling loud in the air
They can't decide
To stay put or go their own way
They want to ignore Moo
They will say contest all seats
They want it all
This is the drumbeat
Yet the wolves still stay
In the back door way
They think they are clever
Demands and venting frustration
Moo recognizes the weakness
Once a giant falls to the ground
Getting up will take ages
This is the reason he can play along
But it will cost his cortisol to rise
He should know its consequences
He shouldn't play his hard ball
It will cost him dearly in the end
The only recourse for Moo
Keeping low his cortisol
Saving his face and dignity
Return to his old coalition
The wolves can roar
Right through the night
Even in the full moon
They are all in chains
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