The Wolfhound

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In the rolling hills,
Where the misty moors meet the sky,
A noble beast roams,
With a piercing, watchful eye.
His coat as black as midnight,
His size both strong and grand,
He's known as the Wolfhound,
Protector of the land.
With grace and speed he runs,
And with a mighty roar he barks,
For the Wolfhound is fearless,
And will defend with all his heart.
So here's to the Wolfhound,
A symbol of strength and might,
May he forever roam free,
In the land of his birthright.