Far from civilization
Deep within the woods
A quaint village tucked away
A cannibal neighborhood
Woe to the unwary traveler
Stay to roads well-known
Those who meet this ravenous clan
End up sun-bleached bones

In this way we ventured
Ignorant of our fates
My esteemed colleagues and I
Bound for dinner plates
Quickly we were captured
Whipped up into stew
Cannibalistic potluck
Flesh in the pan - guess who?

The process of digestion
Is different from the inside
The weight of this indignity
Would kill me if I hadn't died
May this find you safe and well
On roads that are well-trod
'cause crapped out by these hillbillies
Is no way to meet God

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