Are you lopin' at night?
Do you give people fright?
Are you scary, and rip folks apart?
Are you man during day
But at night, hunt and prey,
When your kisser has teeth sharp as darts?
Is there hair where your pallor was Swedishy fair?
Do you graze on a whore schlepped back to your lair?
Do you impart great pain?
Is it many you've slain?
You're no deer when you lope some at night.

Spoken:
You wander as you lope some tonight.
You know, someone said, beasts that are churlish rage
And breach people at dark.
Ate someone whom you'd once loved, chewed as a beast's mark.
The one that you ingest, your lunch, had no chance.
You took a bite of Beverly, then severed Bev in two.
She screamed--you'd changed,
And you seemed deranged.
Her cry chilled the marrow.
Sunny--you're blithe, but at bedtime--grumpy.
Just look at those paws! Your snout grew.
And while I rattle on, loved ones will die;
They're no more living. Their rout--you!
You rage and have hair;
You're no standard bear.
Nocturnally, chased by hounds. . .
Man you come back, diurnally.
Folks shake when curtains are pulled down.

Yes, you impart great pain.
You've a Latinate name.
It is clear that you're lupine at night.