Here's an excerpt from the chorus of a song I wrote and recorded, called "WILDCATS HOWLIN'." Tongue in cheek!

In the shadow of the moonlight
In the glow of the firelight
Cooking up the moonshine, so fine
And we run a little brew
And we sip a little brew...

Hey look at the fire, its brimstone burnin'
What's that smell, the breath of Satan?
Well you work that still, through the night
Cook that brew, 'n' hear the cries of the...

Wildcats howlin' in the pale moonlight
Wildcats screamin' in the quiet of the evening
Devil in the brew, and we drink to the demons
And the god-awful howlin' in the quiet of the moonlight