When I was born I was stolen away;
Running down the winding gravel pathway
from the golden palace where my mother
the Queen and father the King dined on quail
unaware their baby daughter was gone.

I was taken to be brought up by wolves;
carrying me carefully with sharp teeth,
teaching me to hunt and find wolfish food
never knowing about burgers and chips.

Now I'm older they have grown more cunning.
They look and act like any mum and dad.
But I know I'm a Princess and they're wolves
even though they work hard not to show it.

But now and again when the moon is full
They must creep out into the silver night
lift their heads up to its light and

AHOOOOOOOOOOW!