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- Least of My Kind
Lyrics and melody ©1994 by Catherine Faber
Covered in dirt and mud, aching and spitting blood,
Cursing, you stir to rise and groan.
Muffled in yet-to-come mutters a battle drum
Werewolves don't usually walk alone.
Think on the battle-cost; this time the wolf has lost
- Witch of the Wood
By Dr. Mary Crowell © 2001
Though many have looked, it is few that have seen
The Lady who lives in the wood
Her forest a mystery, silent and serene
Sole witness to centuries stood
Maybe you’ll look for her there
Concealed in her green leafy lair