I'm a happy camper
Given to a certain vice
As part of this gluttonous creed
I'm famished for the nice
Often an accomplice to crime
I have a buffet of choice
Decapitated and raw are favorites
Boiled with dirty rice
I lure them in with a lullaby
Ludicrously plain lyrics to boot
Just drops of blood as bait
Or a corpse burnt to soot
The nice think they're helping
What a hilarious thing to think
I pierce them with my tail
And bleed them in the sink
And I eat them painfully slow
Crack their bones one at a time
I often sing a song to them
Or chant a romantic rhyme
As they bleed in my mouth
Their flesh stuck in my teeth
I don't chew for a while
Let them savor the treat
Full of kindness for nice kids
I eat them clothed and whole
I barbecue their faces first
With wood scented coal
It's nice to be eating the nice
In fact it's the preferred way
Started pickling their eyes for
Discount on the tax I pay
I go to the god's house often
Never forget the fiction
I'm gifted with the critical nice
Getting better at crucifixion
Ask yourself the very question
Do you think you are nice
If you do you can be on my plate
Won't let you ask me twice
