Patrick's Poem

Anatou, Anatou,

I feel so sorry for you.

You weren't much different, except for a hair or two.

You tried so hard, but yet still no one liked you.

Then you turned away one day, only to become a wolf.

Soon you heard the hunters come,

Then you felt the arrow penetrate your fun.

Then your spirit led them out to safety.

Only then did they realize that you weren't that bad,

But it was too late.

Now everyone is sad.