WOLFING THE COWS

I guard my sleepy cattle to chase off the werewolf,

He likes eating live cattle; fresh red meat on the hoof,

This is not for some fun,

I've silver bullets in my gun,

And, a man with silver bullets on the farmhouse roof.

THE WE WALLOP WINKY

I would very often get a wallop, alongside my head,

It's the Winky family language, no words are ever said,

All is quiet as a cold, dead mouse,

In my Grandma Winky's little house,

It is where we're born, and we live, and wallop, until we're dead.

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