Don't go outside in the bad moonlight,
The silver sky, filled with grim and fright.
When the moon is full, lock your windows, doors, and basement, and stay in bed,
Or you night will surely be filled with dread.
I can see in your eyes that you do not believe me,
So let me tell you the story of Martha Marie.
It was a Sunday in June, the air was stuffy and hot,
Martha was walking with a boy called Henry Du-plot.
It was a peaceful night, they were walking by the river at night,
But Henry's face, caught a sliver of the full moon's moonlight.
The boy stopped in his tracks, Clutching his face in his hands, then Martha saw the thick, brown hair growing out of his glands.
His T-shirt tore open, revealing his back, it was matted with hair, that was brown and black,
His nails grew as long as a pen, and as sharp as a tack.
the hair continued to seep out of his scalp, down past his waist, and down to his feet,
Then his snout burst open, revealing his teeth.
Martha let out a shriek, and burst into tears, she turn around and bounded for home.
To bad poor Martha Marie didn't have any hope.
I can't tell you the rest, it's to gruesome and sad,
But i hope this story will keep you out of the moonlight that is bad.
