Come-Again Ben

The werewolf hunter came to town to help the people fight The moon was getting larger and would soon be full and bright Those vicious hairy beasts would savage townsfolk all night long But now they’ll find they’re up against a man who’s sure and strong The werewolf hunter went to work and got himself an aide He gave the man one thing to do and said, “You’ll be well paid.” The aide was known to local people as ‘Come-Again Ben’ His hearing wasn’t great but he worked cheaper than most men So, by and by, the moon was full; the howls that night were loud The werewolf hunter stood before the chapel, tall and proud He needed, then ‘Come-Again Ben’ to fetch what he required But one Chrome-plated chicken meant his aide was promptly fired The werewolves formed a circle and they found themselves a kill The werewolf hunter and his aide were feeling rather ill And then the moon shone brighter and as though of one shared thought The werewolves bared their teeth and claws and launched their crazed assault *** The werewolf hunter laid there, he was very close to death His aide was also dying so each spoke with his last breath The werewolf hunter garbled… “Just one tiny silver bullet?” His aide said, “Sorry, Boss… I thought you said a silver pullet.”