White wolf and the black sheep

White wolf and the black sheep
Roar in a bleat,
Tired of the rundown sighs
Blacker than the soul
Or that speck in the sky.

White wolf may be the rumour tale
But the black sheep is never there.

Moan like a pig’s last
Fleeful gleeful thought sprays
Pain is within the outside
Winding in the wistful ways.

White wolf may be the rumour tale
But the black sheep is never there.

Hocum Pocum and it goes
Fairness in the right mind
Sticks to pick
And stones to grind.

White wolf may be the rumour tale
But the black sheep is never there
White and black may grey
But the sheep no wolf will spare.