It starts out with coyotes
But coyotes turn into wolves
Wolves turn into saber-tooth tigers
And tigers have dance-like moves
Just as fast as the blustery north wind
Starts to kick up and blow
That toothy tiger's prowling; snarling and drooling
And trying to steal the show
The tiger shares her bed with an odd hairy man
With a fever and cloven brown hooves
Then out of the womb, cursed by the moon
Comes a cute little baby werewolf
And she sings...
I wanna be a Wolfman, Jack
Graduate at the top of my class
I gotta be a Wolfman, Jack
At the front of the werewolf pack
With my ass running bare, not avoiding the stares
Out the fire escape I'm off in the night
In a few more years I'll make it to the top
The place that all werewolves aspire
You ought to be a Wolfman, Jack
Graduate at the top of the class
You gotta be a Wolfman, Jack
Don't think about holding back
So when you choose to do something
Make sure to do it well
If you wanna be a werewolf, reach for the top
And howl like you're ringing a bell
You gotta be a Wolfman, Jack
Give it your all every day and night
When you get to be a Wolfman, Jack
Then you know you've got it right
Note to reader: to get the most out of this poem, feel free to do some howling at this point so that everyone nearby looks at you like you're crazy...
© RDBrooks, 2014
