The soft wolf tread   Thru emerald forest he was lookin' to make a bed   There in the spindly thicket softly did he tread   The soft wolf tread      Sure was starved   And thru his silver coat his ribs shown sharply carved   The hand that feeds was pickin' weeds   Sure looked starved      Up comes hood he's beautiful   As a sirloin steak to a pit bull chained up   It's good to see such an old friend again   Such an old friend again   Such an old friend again      Then he said   Dear hood what brings you to this neck of the woods   In your scarlet cape and your basket full of grapes   What lures you to the woods      The soft wolf tread   The clearing and he's nervously tugging on his earring   He talked how good such an old friend again   Such an old friend again   Such an old friend again      Oh   Such an old   Such an old   Such an old   Ooh ooh ooh      And then he spun   A twisted tale 'bout a child who cried his name   So many times that even when he yelled no one ever came      The soft wolf tread   The soft wolf tread   The soft wolf tread   Well he tread and tread and tread and tread   Yeah an old friend again   Such an old friend again   Such an old friend again