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Parody of “Least of My Kind”, words and music by Cat Faber
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Covered in sauce and crumbs,
Steaming, your dinner comes.
Platters await your knife and fork.
Laden with all you want,
Fresh from a moonlit hunt.
Pheasants don’t usually taste like pork.
Think your white cells can cope, faced with a lycanthrope
Eaten when battered and fried?
Better beware your meal when you prepare your meal.
I am the creature inside.
Careless, by chance you came on these exotic game.
Pause to reflect on risks they raise.
Knowing men stalk the night after a single bite,
Did you not think that it works both ways?
Pressing your luck, I see, with such variety.
Slain every month and used in stew.
Think of the cost incurred from that were-hummingbird.
What do you think a were-skunk will do?