Aaaargh, a scream, a cry of anguish, screeching thru the night's still /
What was that? A girl? An owl? A werewolf, even? Yike /
Whoever of us dares to be the one to confront it won't score nil /
For we'll hardly be taking stock - we'll be taking a hike.
RUN. Run now for your life /
It's breath sounds right behind /
Grab tight your daughters...but don't neglect your wife /
Well, the screamer won't mind.
Aaaaargh.