Moon soaked sky looks down

Giving what it has to give

Crack of twigs many be poachers

poor soul ain't got long to live.

  [bad word] and a crackle

And a rattle with a shuffle

Oh you listen to the scurry and the hurry

Of the furry footed people

Through the trees a glimmer

And a shimmer on the water

And a skimmer making tracks across the pond

hungry bloated toad sits ugly and alone.

 

Shady wooded hollow

Shivers in the evening

And the owl that waits with baited breath

Oh the silent hungry talons.

 

Moon soaked sky looks down

Giving what it had to give

Crack of twig may be poachers

I said some poor soul ain't got long to live.