The Werewolves Of London Town

Beware the days of the year, little man

When the moon hath a face like a silver crown

Cleave if thou may'st to the home of thy clan

And hide from the Werewolves of London Town



Beware the coverts and courts, little maid

Where walks the man with the coat of brown

Though thou art abandoned, be not waylaid

By the hungry Werewolves of London Town



Beware the alleys and lanes, my son

Those shining eyes and their power of sewn

If thou art sighted, be not undone

By the mighty Werewolves of London Town



Beware the starlit nights, my child

And pretty lady in the sleek white gown

Though thou art forsaken, be not beguiled

By the charming Werewolves of London Town