Lupine, runnin’ underneath the moon.
Stoopin’, unlike when he walks at noon.

He looks like he’s wearing a hairy sweater;
in day when he’s human, he’s looking better.
Once bitten he was turned into a deadly
lupine creature; he’ll be after you,
chewin’ on you, then you’ll be one too.

He’s just an average guy diurnally,
but he becomes a wolf nocturnally.
Unfortunate are people he should meet when
lupine—he’s a canid that’s ungroomed.
Loomin’ if he finds you is your doom.
Woe, woe, woe, woe!

On sunny days he is the human way,
but when the night falls at the moon he bays.
You see him comin’, you can’t scoot away.
Life will be ended; he’ll bite you; you’ll rendered be:

human on a sunny day at noon;
spumin’ at the mouth beneath the moon…
growl, growl, growl, growl.

Lupine, with charnel snarl.
Chewin’….