Stroll through Greenwood

We knew they were watching

As we ambled down winding pathways

And under fated wispers and snickers

They witnessed our first meeting

How they must wonder what happened

Outside of those gated, blessed walls

We will have to go back, if just

To quell the underground rumors

Who had bet against the fox staying

With the ragged, old wolf?

As we continue on our journey together

Let’s see what more lays in waiting