A Wonderful Wolf

I expect ev’ryone of my crowd

To make fun of my proud

Protestations of hypnotic entrances;

And they’ll say I’m sup’stitious,

A bit naïve to believe any legend

I hear from some wolf in pants.

I’ve been known to share your

Practical conclusion,

Thinking the beast could keep

Its seclusion,

‘Til all of a sudden that moon’s

Fullnesstude

Shown down and hit me smack

In the snude:

That’s how I turned out to be

The hairy young werewolf you see.

I’m as hairy as cotton in August,

All in the matter of one little poof.

No longer a smart little guy with no teeth,

I have become a most wonderful wolf.

I turn at a conventional full moon

From a conventional toe to a hoof.

And you will note, there is hair on my throat,

When I turn to that wonderful wolf.

I’m as gruff and as mean as a crazy loot,

A ghoul coming out.

I am sharp-toothed with a crock’dile grin,

Drippin’ blood down my chin.

I’m as hairy as cotton in August,

I’m as fast as bats from the roof.

If you’ll excuse the expression I use”

I am turning, am turning, am turning,

Am turning, am turning to a wonderful wolf.