The wood was quiet and still
the moon was large and red
I'd turned into a werewolf
It should fill you with dread
My fangs were clean and sharp
My fur was yellow gold
Not the usual colour
from werewolves tales, I'm told
I ran towards a lake
the water calm and still
And looked at my reflection
In truth it wasn't brill
I'd turned into a were-Shih Tzu
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