Calling to one another
This one is mine
He's ripe for the plucking
Heads he's mine
Tails he's yours
You always get the head
Aaaah but the tail is where the meat is
Howl a song for me
You know the one about the headless camper
They laugh and howl and chase each others tall tales
With further tales of flesh and consumption
Suddenly the mood changes and the laughter dies
A far more serious tone envelops them
Like the fog it comes upon them silently
It pervades the prey almost sinister
Did you see him?
He's still moving
I don't need to see
I smell his fear
He won't get far......
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