Brother Wolf
to the tune of: "Mister Fox" by John Pole, tune by Terry Yarnell

Outside, children in the garden,
Two with four feet, one with just two,
Andrei wrestles a rope with Angua,
Elsa claps, in her dress so blue
The Howl goes wide, brother Wolf joins the others outside.

In his hand Wolf holds a golden ball,
Tosses high, and then he'll Change,
Two feet into four, he catches it,
Werewolf cubs, but two are strange.
The Howl goes wide; yennorks steal the family's pride.

Wolf growls, "Come play with me, dear Elsa,
We'll have a game of catch and toss,
And if you win, I'll give this ball to you."
He says nothing at all about her loss.
The Howl goes wide; the ball it gleamed and the wind it sighed.

Back and forth, they toss the golden ball,
Back and forth, the bimorph goes,
'Till far beyond their little garden
To the old mill that Wolfgang chose.
The Howl goes wide, he drops the ball, it rolls inside.

"Now just three things may harm a werewolf,
And so too the werewolf-bred:
Fire hot and silver shining,
And child, be careful to keep your head."
The Howl goes wide; Mother warned but the echo died.

By the ancient, boarded mill house,
Elsa looks for the missing ball,
"You'll have to climb in through the window,"
Says brother Wolf, "For I'm too tall."
The Howl goes wide, Elsa climbs, Wolf waits outside.

The mill is dim, she stumbles slowly,
Until her fingers find the ball
Behind her, planks close up the window,
And then she can see nothing at all.
The Howl goes wide; the stone is old, and the wood has dried.

See the family around the ruins,
"Did she call or did she cry?"
They look to Wolfgang for the answers,
But brother Wolf does not reply.
The Howl goes wide ...