There are wolves in the worlds,
there are sheep in the cold,
I see no recourse,
but to stay indoors,
They are watching they are,
the wolves outside,
some good some bad,
tis matters not to lamb,
Tommy was a little lamb,
its sheet as white as snow,
and whereever Tommy went,
those wolves were sure to watch,
and Tommy felt his world did shrink,
his toughts and deeds never in sync,
as brother big watches all,
punishes you for thoughts too far,
Tommy silent stayed indeed,
as the world turned dark yet light is seen,
and words profound enscribed to the door:
Abandon all hope, Ye who enter here.
And outside the door, lies the world.
And all around us, lies to the world.