In the moonlight,somethings not right.

Its night,yet theres a fright.

Someone lurking out my window,playing around in the snow.

I get up to look at it,I hope it dosen't throw a fit.

It's very furry,and looks as if it's in a hurry.

It has something in it's mouth,and it looks like it's headed to the south.

It looks like a litlle pup,and they're headed up,up,up.

Up the hill,and past the mill,

Goes the white wolf.