Moonlight and Madness
They used to think that moonlight made you mad
From fears of black and midnight hags dancing about
Blasted moors, sans their drawers.
The used to think that moonlight could transmogrify
Man to beast, lycanthropes emitting loud
Eerie howls, on the prowl.
They used to say the full moon had you raving
The lunatics at the asylum would make a clamour
Gazing incautiously, yelling raucously.
Now they say the lunar lunacy effect
Is just a fallacy, a relic from a bye gone age
Just a bleep, cos we can’t sleep