The wolf that happened to

Supposedly tourists
Seeing the sights
On holiday, travelling
Bikers their sights
Packed with vindictiveness
Bitter and spite
They tracked down a wolf
And thought they decided to fight

Caring as they
Rode around the countryside
Everyday
Enjoying the bird song
That’s what they say

Then it all goes wrong
And did with these few
They chased this wild soul
Around and around
Cornered it bashed it
Down on the ground

Twice in the head
Really went to town
Then broke it’s legs
And in it’s own blood did drown

It did them no wrong
It was wild, a wild boy
They were rancorous sprites
Devoid of all joy

The beating they gave this soul
Sickens us all
It was terrible violence
But Anubis will call

It was mentioned Algeria
Doesn’t have laws
And no one will find them
Those kinds of doors

Are shut and locked
There is, so it was no crime
But please be aware
In the full force of time

The gods will be down on them
Will single them out
And chew off their bollocks
And that’s without a doubt

Their moment of warped fun
Will come back to haunt
And they then won’t forget
Their Algerian jaunt