The Demon Buzzard of the Marchy Moor

He will follow you tonight
Its no use closing your door
He will come tapping at your window
You're never safe
Always look over your shoulder

You might see a black shape circling in the sky
It might seem quite innocuous just a regular birdie fly

But look in your binocular, take a good look at his eye
He has a demon green sparkle in it, he knows you'll have to die

You might be out late one night returning home from the boozer
You might walk down the straight long road and be ready for a snoozer
You'll be wrong when hear his song, like a screeching upon high
Don't be long, you better run, because tonight might be your turn to die

Oh look over your shoulder, look back you better beware
Just watch out for that attack, never think that he's not there

But now he's got the taste for human meat,
Perhaps one night he robbed a baby from a pram
Unattended down the street
And now he knows the tender flesh crunching in his beak
He wants to take your head in his talons until you cannot speak