Humans roasting on an open fire,

Jack is chewing on your nose,

Screams of terror echoing from the choir,

And folks dressed up in Human cloths.

Everybody knows a Human and some mistletoe,

Help to make this season bright.

Tiny Reaver tots with their sharpened knives,

Won’t find it hard to eat tonight.

They know that Santa’s on his way;

He’s loaded with lots of toy so he can’t runaway.

And every mother’s gonna run and hide,

When they see bits of reindeer fly!

And so we’re offering this simple phrase,

To Humans from one to ninety-two,

Although its been said many times, many ways,

We want too eat you too