The Living Dead
Hide in your shed
At night they creep beside your bed
They feed on you while you’re abed
They won’t relent until they’ve fed
Or find another source [of Blood] instead.
Beware of them or you’ll fall dead
[And] At night come out and cause you dread.
The Living Dead will tap a vein
And then they’ll ear into your brain.
Venture too close to their hive
And you’ll be lucky you’re alive.