Ankyra Sound we'll forget the past, or maybe i'm not able

A wag of the tail, a skip of the paws, little 'Lilimar' was on the run
Maybe it would have looked like simple fun,
But mother should know better, an understanding of the things they had once done

Pushes and shoves were nothing new to brothers and sisters
The wretch would take them down with a twitch of the whiskers,
They saw no reason to resist leaving them with bites and blisters

For when a meal was Lilimar's prize,
They could easily leave another to their demise