The wild man

The Wildman is calling
On his way back from the dark
There's murder on his mind
Or is it just a bark
He screams and he howls to make his presence known
The moon is surely full
Cause he's out there on his own
So when the Wildman calls
Be careful what you say
Or you might find yourself
Stairing into his eyes one day

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