Tekster: Residents (The). Other. Wolverines.

I didn't do it
So you'll let me leave, won't you?

Out-of-towners and their chlldren
Watched us when we went to kill some
Wolverines who tried to hide
Their babies but the puppies cried

No one succeeds if they
Scatter their seeds where the
Wind and the weeds
Are pleased

Then the children went to pet
The baby animals who bit
Their fingers causing blood to blow
Around like rosebuds in the snow