Oh the werewolf, oh the werewolf
Comes a steppin' along
He don't even break the branches
Where he's been gone.
You can hear his long holler
From away cross the moor
That's the holler of a werewolf
When he's feeling poor.
For the werewolf have pity,
Not fear and not hate
'Cause the werewolf might be someone
That you've known of late.
great poem, it made me shiver. Really awesome :)
ReplyDeleteGlad you like it. I receive some pretty awesome stuff on the postcards.
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