Lyrics:

The soft wolf treadThru Emerald Forest he was lookin' to make a bedThere in the spindly thicket softly did he treadT
he soft wolf treadSure was starvedAnd thru his silver coat his ribs shown sharply carvedThe hand that feeds was pickin' wee
dsSure looked starvedUp comes Hood he's beautifulAs a sirloin steak to a pit bull chained upIt's good to see such an old f
riend againSuch an old friend againSuch an old friend againThen he saidDear Hood what brings you to this neck of the woods
In your scarlet cape and your basket full of grapesWhat lures you to the woodsThe soft wolf treadThe clearing and he's ner
vously tugging on his earringHe talked how good such an old friend againSuch an old friend againSuch an old friend againOh
Such an oldSuch an oldSuch an oldOoh ooh oohAnd then he spunA twisted tale 'bout a child who cried his nameSo many time
s that even when he yelled no one ever cameThe soft wolf treadThe soft wolf treadThe soft wolf treadWell he tread and trea
d and tread and treadYeah an old friend againSuch an old friend againSuch an old friend again