Where have all the werewolves gone?
Long time passing, every one
Eating people might be wrong
But where have all the werewolves gone?
A sweet young maiden can but hope
To meet a full-grown lycanthrope
A man hirsute of hand and cheek
Misunderstood, if seldom meek
Those furry fiends, their savage howl
Can stir the sleeping secret soul
More deeply than the sweetest song
Oh where have all the werewolves gone?
They banned them by decree and oath
Put silver bullets through their throats
And chained them down in dungeons grim
Where the full moon’s light was dim
And I would lack both sense and tact
To question the most basic fact
Of safer streets directly linked
To werewolves being made extinct
But still, I miss the snarling beast
Who’d make of one small child a feast
So I lament, both loud and long
Oh where have all the werewolves gone?
