Whose wolves these are I think I know.
That little fleet’s familiar, so,
Symbolic crap abounds, I guess.
Go ask those poet types, they know.
While silently, the wolves at rest,
Stare back at those who peep your chest.
Much like a woodcut made by Blake
More stylish than a leather vest.

Is it an ocean? Is it lake?
The little sailors moan and quake.
They worry they’ll not see the dawn
And fear they’ve made a grave mistake.
Dispassionate, the wolves look on.
They have no words for “lost” and “won”,
And of this shirt we hope you’re fond,
And of this shirt we hope you’re fond.

This shirt was designed by: Priscilla Wilson, who also has work at Threadless and a Flickr page. And she eats her food really really fast. If only we could think of the word for that.

Wear this shirt: to avoid freezing to death in the woods on a snowy evening. Seriously, why are you even out there? Are you some kind of pervert or something?

Don’t wear this shirt: if you’re the commander of a Nazi submarine. Or maybe we should say “Donitz wear this shirt”. But probably not.

This shirt tells the world: “Wear wolf!”

We call this color: Bad Wolf Baby Blue

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