Moo loads will be heavy
As his sins keep piling high
He still doesn't realize it
Karma slowly creeping in
He still looking for frogs
His numbers can't stand high
When the count down begins
So his sins will keep chasing him
The wolves are waiting
The last few days they keep silence
They are counting for the moon
When it finally appears they will transform
Moo still can't see
In the open field of trees and bushes
The nightly breezes of wind scoring
He may see the last of his power
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