A Werewolf Ate My Peanut Butter

A werewolf ate my peanut butter; he licked it all out of my jar,

Then, he asked me for my jelly and I told him be had gone too far,

My little pint of jelly I was saving for a friend,

And, I was bound to save it although, it meant my mortal end,

I did not save my jelly and they found my body under my car,

At least what was left of it, packed in my jelly jar.