Song of the Mother Wolf

Extra verses by Jamango Jackal

Now, what are these ears that crown your head
and why do they perk so smartly-oh?
O tell me, O tell me, my child so fine
That I may come to understand you.

Mother, O mother, I've said it before
They swivel to track each rustle and roar
Though it may be dark, and wind may be still
Your call I'll know across mountain and hill.

Hey, what are these oval things in your cells
and how do they make so much ATP-oh?
O tell me, O tell me, my child so fine
That I may come to understand you.

Mother, O mother, your questions are weird
Those mitochondria keep my cells geared
Each is like tiny cell power station
Thanks to oxidative phosphorylation!

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