Rougarou

Nah lissen here an lemme tell you 'bout dat Rougarou. Nah you might know him as da Loop Garou or da Shoop Galloop, da Toni-Shaloub, da Shoo-be-doobie-do, da Janine-Garoofaloo or da Cajun Werewolf. He has hisself different feet dan da Dogman or da BigFeets up in da north. Nossir, dis down near da mouth of dat Mighty Mississippi river. Da Rougarou live in dem swamps down in Louisiana, where da alligator grow so mean --back up in da woods, among da evergreens. Down dere we has a plant. It grows out in da woods an' da fields looks somethin' like a turnip green an' everybody calls it polk salad. Dere lives a country boy down dere who never learned to read or write so well, but he can play da guitar likes he's ringin' a bell. Nah if you come down to da river, I bet you gon' find some people who live. You don' hafta worry if you have no money; people on the river are happy to give. Nah Johnny, who plays guitar, his momma tell him someday he will be a man and he will be the leader of a big ol' band. People will come from miles around to hear him play music when dat sun go down. Annie, she go out in the evenin' an' pick her a mess of polk salad and carry it home and cook it for supper, cuz dat's about all dey had to eat, but dey did all right. Come what may, I'm going back someday to blue bayou. Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river. Go, Johnny, go. Zatarain's an' Mardi Gras.
Ya know, I don' rightly know much 'bout dat ol' Rougarou. He's a scary sumbitch. Tastes like chicken though.