You'd better watch out
Or else you might die,
You'll have a fanged snout
Snacking on your thigh.
Men o' paws come out when sun's down.

They can't make a fist,
But their claws can slice.
Lycanthropic* louts,
They're crawlin' with lice.
Men o' paws 'neath silver moon bound.

They'll eat you if you're sleeping,
So better stay awake.
Your nose to them tastes very good;
If it's wood, you get a break
[You're Gepetto's boy who's fake].

Your neck they will rout,
For you not to die
In the field yank out
Some wolfbane--apply
It; it will make men o' paws frown.

One maimed a famed man's boy, and
Ham's name was Lon Chaney,
Sadly gat** weren't a toy and
Lad was slain by dad Rains, C.

You don't have to pout,
You can make 'em die,
Just take your arms out,
Like Ranger, yell "Hi
Yo!" silver brings men o' paws down.


*werewolfish
**handgun