The gross Wolvulture's quite a fright

On this next page, you wish to see?

Well, if you have bad dreams at night

You chose to look. So don't blame me.

With fur and fangs and ugly beak

Wolvulture is a lazyhead

He points out creatures sick or weak

And waits until the poor thing's dead.

This scavenger will only eat

Things that decay out in the sun

This bird recoils at fresh meat

He waits until the lion's done

Oh, how disgustingly he lives!

He always takes, he never gives

Wolvulture, such a frightful bird

I wish of it I never heard.