witchhunter

The big hairy monster is coming to eat you children.
He is walking down the road outside of town
Coming to strip your skin to make a jaunty hat
Running now, hes only three roads down
Licking his chops while he thinks about your tender thighs
Now at your neighbor's mailbox, looks like he has a cramp
He might just suck the marrow from your bones
Standing on your porch, you'd best say your goodbyes
Your unused brain will make a bouillabaisse
Razor claws grip and gouge the window sill
His eyes, like lasers, lock onto your face
And though you pull the covers tight around your head
His ragged breathing tell you that you're dead
Go now children! leap and run away!
Oops, too late, now you're screwed, so stay
Tucked in like a taco in a shell
While creeping doom takes your soul to hell
The icy talons drag across your toy strewn floor
The beast advances with a thunderous roar
You hear a crunching noise, the creature slips
An errant hotwheel and he breaks his hips
A displaced joint, a broken leg
A head cracked like a dodo egg
Rejoice my children, for the demon is dead!
Throw back the covers, jump up upon your bed!
And let this be a lesson if you wish to escape your doom
Forget what your nagging parents say.
Never clean your room.