He'll fell the oldest tree down

once it fails to bear him fruit

Why should he practice patience

when his men were taught to loot?

He does not feel the poison seeping from the punctured root

He does not see the hemlock flower bent under his boot

He'll drain the sacred lake out if it does not yield a catch

Why should he practice prudence?

He was brought up to be brash

He does not see the molar hidden deep under the ash

He does not hear the wind

and run to check he's closed the latch

Ovis amica magnum lupum devorat

Ovis amica magnum lupum devorat

Ovis amica magnum lupum devorat

Ovis amica magnum lupum devorat

Ovis amica magnum lupum devorat

Ovis amica magnum lupum devorat

He'll wage another war if he doesn't get his way

Why should he book a room if he can take me on the hay?

He does not seem to read my teeth as anything but play

The only peace I hope to find I'll get when I am grey