Then our careful watch we keep.
When the wolf, in nightly prowl,
Bays the moon with hideous howl;
Gates are barr’d, a vain resistance;
Females shriek, but no assistance.
“Silence or you’ll meet your fate—
Your keys, your jewels, cash, and plate!”
Locks, bolts, and bars, soon fly asunder,
Then to rifle, rob and plunder!
J. O’Keeffe.