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Wolf meets elf and friendship starts: "Little one, I name you Brownblur!" Through my legs, underfoot, any available space Your little tail wags as you go And my laughter matches your pace Wolf-cub, you can't run very fast on your own, but I'll carry you for now I see the excitement in your face As I carry you faster than you yourself could go At your lolloping, tumbling pace Now you're still young, but growing, and run with me, where did your cubling days go? We both feel the thrill of the race As we run side by side, fast as we can go Matching each other pace for pace You're fully grown, now, and faster than I, but we both scent our prey on the wind Ayooah! I've mounted -- now, let's give chase! As you run towards our prey, faster than I can go At my nimble -- but limited -- pace You're an elder to me now, though I'm older than you, so I'll walk by your side again The carrying is gone, but the love's still in place I measure my steps, and try to go slow Since you now move a much slower pace
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