8/1/85
Scottsville, NY
On a cold full-moonlit night,
Over hills we roam,
Claws and teeth in sight.
Snowflakes hit our fur,
Echoes with our howls,
Oh what fun it is to run
And scare the townfolk now!
On a cold full-moonlit night,
Over hills we roam,
Claws and teeth in sight.
Snowflakes hit our fur,
Echoes with our howls,
Oh what fun it is to run
And scare the townfolk now!