How-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o! How-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o!
When the full moon is high in the midnight sky,
You will hear the Loup-Garou.
Then if you are of the wolven blood,
The pack will come for you.
 
How-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o! How-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o!
The change will come as ancient blood
Courses through your veins again.
You will run as a werewolf runs
And no longer walk as a man.
 
How-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o! How-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o!
With yip and yap in perfect time,
The wolf kin sing to a primal hunting beat.
As predators they run their prey to ground
And feast on blood fresh meat.
 
How-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o! How-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o!
"But wait," you say, "It's not okay,
Humans have brains and souls,
And there are savage haunts
Where man must never go!"
 
How-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o! How-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o!
"It's not okay," I too say,
"But if you take a look within,
You too will find a beastly heart still
Beats beneath your fur free skin."
How-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o! How-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o!
Man is truly Homo Sapiens.
He is just hominoid, animal, omnivore.
Man still longs for the hunt, the chase,
And the thrill of the kill as before.
 
How-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o! How-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o!
Beware Mother Moon's full face,
When you hear the werewolves' song.
For it may not be by your choice,
When they drag you along.
  
 
 
Illustration by Linda