Oh smiling midnight of the loons
behind each corner lurks the wolf,
behind the vines and ripened prunes,
Shall fool him then, (what an impugn,
to salivate, drool and convulse!)
A wolf, a wolf in dark dissolves,
I 'll wait for him in the saloon,
Wild Turkey drink, his laugh is hoarse.
The night deludes the innocent,
I 'll wait for you close to your prowl,
exasperate and then amend,
through this confusing complement,
protruding fangs have fresh wildfowl,
as realized the calling owl,
I 'll send some strong cinnamon scent,
and fearless I 'll out-howl your growl.