I am the one you fear at night
And though by day my coat is pure and white
With blood soaked feathers, clad in leather I’ll
Peck! Peck! Peck! Peck!
All shall fall when I waddle the streets
For tonight it's more than bread I’ll eat
And in your dying thoughts – my blood curdling honk!
I thought it just a tale / I thought pop just had too many ales
Now my hands are shaky and my face is all pale
I better run, run, run
When the goosebumps crawl and the hair stands on end
You better hide in the bushes, or wherever you can
Part goose, part wolf,but I hear he's all man;)
Please, o great goosey
We've done no harm!
Spare our lives, won't you?
Hear our plea
I don't think so
Ahhh!
Itsa geese lycan!
Honk
All is lost, so offer up your daily bread
Sacrifice to the winged ones
Lay down your crumbs at their webbed feet
You may be spared from the frenzy of the mighty feathered beast