When I kill, never smile;
First I wound, then they die,
Then I’m chewin’ a face and gobble down an eye.
It’s the night that reveals: there is lycanthropy.
When night’s gone, I’m mild.
But, see, the awful wolfman is me.

I won’t feed on a dove;
When I take you, I’ll grieve you.
I can gnash with each tooth
And I’ll sever and cleave you,
Then I’ll take our your liver for a noshing spree.
Dead’s when you’ll feel relief,
’cause, see, that awful wolfman is me.

So, best take care of yourself;
If you traipse, I will hunt
You down every time.
So, at night do not go out
I will sever your skin;
Your blood on my lips rime.

My big paws slit, then gore.
It ain’t garbage I’m eatin’!
I won’t caress, but cut you,
And laugh while you’re bleedin’.
I’ll spring out and wrest
Off your arms raffishly.
Blame no one but yourself
If ere dawning the wolfman you see.

Owwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!!!!!!!!!

So, best take care of yourself;
If you traipse, I will hunt
You and commit the crime
Of slicing you till blood spouts.
I will sever your skin;
Your blood on my lips rime.

I’m diurnally kind
But nocturnally cruel.
Beastly chewing appeases
Me, and then I drool.
At dawn I’m evicted
From lycanthropy.
Then I’m just Larry, who
Is a man through and through,
But ere dawning I’m wolfman, not he.