Were, These Wild Things Are

Parody of “Least of My Kind”, words and music by Cat Faber

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Parody lyrics ©2020-04-27 by Bob Kanefsky. All rights reserved. The copyright of the original lyrics and music remain with the holder(s) of the original copyright.

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.

Chorus: 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?