[Susan McLean]

What a lot of fun all these versions are. Roger, I'm in awe of your rhymes. Here's my version.


My wolf, I’ll make a meal of you.
I’ll pop you in my casserole.
I’ll drape your legs around my neck.
I’m crazy-keen to cook you whole.

My wolf, I want to marinate you,
to sear your whiskers in the heat.
I’ll put you back on a gentle flame.
This recipe takes skin and meat.

(Refrain)
Ah hou...hou hou hou hou hou hou
Sweet sweet honey, my wolf, I love you.
Ah hou...hou hou hou hou hou hou
Sweet sweet honey, I love you.

My wolf, I want to savor you,
to spice you up with charm and guile.
I’ll slowly drive you wild, and leave
you simmering at a slow boil.

My wolf, I want to chop you up.
I’ll peel you like an orange, while
I plunder you of all your zest,
and wear (how strange!) a sated smile.

(Refrain)
Ah hou...hou hou hou hou hou hou
Sweet sweet honey, my wolf, I love you.
Ah hou...hou hou hou hou hou hou
Sweet sweet honey, I love you.

Your pepper and salt lie blended there,
like tangy-sweet sauce, in my angel hair.

My wolf, I’ll stuff you like a goose,
stick in your throat, be part of you.
I’ll spread out the buffet, my sweet,
and you will lay the board for two.

My wolf, you want to mess me up,
to roll me in the flour and fry me.
You think that that’s a tasty treat.
I’ll keep your muffins buttered. Try me.

(Refrain)
Ah hou...hou hou hou hou hou hou
Sweet sweet honey, my wolf, I love you.
Ah hou...hou hou hou hou hou hou
Sweet sweet honey, I love you.