What is a scapegoat for and what does it feel like to be one?
Every fifty years or so
When crops are weak and droop and die
When babies grizzle and will not feed
When a young girl has disappeared
When someone knocks on doors at night
When a barn burns and couples quarrel
We hunt the wolf to make things right.
Here’s the place the hunt will start
Right by the village green and cross
It runs past Baker’s Farm and ends
Near Wormwood Ditch and Wanderers Wood.
Here’s your costume. Be prepared.
We’re ready and the signs are good.