The Cannibals Lament

Mamma raised us to be polite

Mamma raised us not to waste

Whenever someone stumbled across our humble abode,

We knew we were in for a feast

Me and my brothers

My sister and Pa

And Mama sat close

Looking after us all

Every day, we check the traps

To catch any passers by

There's so many ways to cook 'em,

they can bake, batter, stew, or fry

Then one day, Pa went out

We heard shots, then nothin

Pa never came home

But that night, we ate somethin

They started to go

My brothers and my sis

They never came back from huntin

And them, I'll always miss

And every night they didn't come home

Me and Mamma had a meal

Then one dinner I realized

What we were eaten weren't veal

I talked to Mamma, she told the truth

We ate them one by one

And that night, she tried to eat me too

But my life wasn't done

She came at me while I was sleepin

She tried to bash me good

But I smacked her aside

And her old bones snapped like wood

She was dead, gone for good

But I was all alone

I only knew one thing in my life

That was true to my bones

Mamma raised us to be polite

Mamma raised us not to waste

Whenever someone died in our humble abode,

We knew we were in for a feast