And what a nasty wolf it is. But first the sheep. There is little reason to say more. There are leotards and tights and masks of lions and lambs and projections on dancers' bodies and props of elephants and monkeys and some of the worst wigs ever woven. Some of the singing is all right, but why the actors would want to sing the songs is problematic.
All theatre is purposive.
More propaganda than purpose is found in the writing and in the lyrics and this piece belongs, more properly, in the church basement and not on a New York City Stage.