Werewolf

Where is my Wolfy?
Where is my Wolfy?
Where oh where oh where is my Wolfy?
He leaves at half past,
When the moon is full mast,
And I hear him howling all during my fast,
I cannot sleep a wink,
I stay awake and think-
'Oh where is my husband?' and then I do blink,
And lo and behold!
He's with me again!
Carrying in his arms the legs of a lamb.
He's such a good man,
One I can trust,
And I try not to mind when he leaves in a rush,
And I really do not, until I do cry,
'Oh where oh where is my Wolfy!'