Ghoul.
THE GHOUL SONG (in E♭, Michael Slanders / Donald Flann - 1860) v. A week ago last Thursday, I was strolling quite alone, On the chilly lane which passes by the church; When I'm sure that from the graveyard, I could hear a quiet moan, A sound which gave my heart a sudden lurch; So I leaned in through the railings and I hollered "who goes there?", But I saw no one and thought myself a fool; When a voice right by my shoulder with a mouldering of air, Whispered to me "I'm g-hungry and I'm a g-houl..." ch. "I'm a g-houl! - I'm a g-houl! I'm the g-nastiest work of un-nature you can say, I'm a g-houl, oh I could drool! At the g-thought that I might have caught my lunch today! I'm a g-houl! - Now as a rule, I will conduct my ghastly feasting without shame, I'm a g-houl, though it seems cruel, I will suck your innards from your screaming frame!" v. I had taken rooms in Ealing, to be closer to my work, Not the nicest place, but cheap and somewhat merry; When I had that creepy feeling and I felt a proper berk, For my guest house sat behind a mortuary! Notwithstanding all the smell, and the blood and guts as well, The real problem was nocturnal visitations! I was woken to exclaim, by a scratching at my pane, And the hungriest of gurgled lamentations... ch. "I'm... a... g-houl! - a g-nother g-houl! And I g-wish to slurp the juices from your spine! I'm a g-houl, ah they would fuel, All the excuses for further abuses I could assign! I'm a g-houl! - A pestilence mule! It is my lot, to spread my rot, and stinking remains! I'm a g-houl! Beelzebub's tool! I am to shamble on Earth, and feed on humanity's brains!" coda. ...some say that I'm a g-zombie, But it's a different thing, no that's not me... I'm a g-houl, I'm a g-houl, I'm a g-houl! fin.
