Geese Lycan

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