The Acadian whispered, careful and slow
Keep’a your wits, and mind your beau
For da bad moon rises and da fog dips low
Get home fore dark, and you kids stay indoors
Cover de windows and shutter dem doors
Stay from you skiff, and keep out a da swamp
The bayou ain’t safe, for da evil does stomp
Most nights, the marsh, it a peaceful nice place
Folks dancing and singing and filling dat space
Yet none take a dare when the moon all alight
We hearing da calling, dems da Rougarou nights
Even gators won’t hunt, and quiet grows fear
Worst of the worst, in this time of da year
Sweltering June, when ders blood on da moon
The mist it does rise, and den come da cries
Howling and shrieks, dats da call of da beast
Thickly of fur, tall and eyes glowing red
Teeth sharp as knives, and a face telling dread
If you hear dem, keep low, don’t dare even look
If you see one, you’ll be one, da eyes are da hook
Since you the prayin type, then you take’a a knee
Beg for protections, ya, you make it a plea
A hundred and one, dats da days of da spell
Da curse of the creature, you life goes to hell
You turn to the wolf, you den hunt for da meat
Long of the night, said you wander and eat
Hunt gators and pigs, even snake and da fish
But the thirst say it heavy, taste da man do it wish
But cher, once they taste the bones of a homme
Days lose a number, da curse stay fo long
You be shiftin of shape, when the moon gettin white
Roaming deeze swamps, witcha howls in da night
Author’s Note
If you enjoyed Rougarou Nights, check out this article on the Dogman, another terrifying North American cryptid
History of the Rougarou: Louisiana’s Werewolf
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