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Cemetery Cajun Queen

Through the shifting gloom in the dead of night
while an owl on a tombstone hoots,
there's an old man digging under lantern light
in a hole wearing Mackintosh boots.

With the thump of a spade on a wet pine box,
this robber digs faster in greed.
There's gold and gems unprotected by locks,
that the dead don't anymore need.

Buried six feet down in a puddle of mud,
is the coffin of man named Fred.
He left a hundred widows and a trail of blood,
and his death ended decades of dread.

What the robber doesn't know as he digs down deep,
is a curse from a Cajun Queen.
those who steal from her graveyard and the dead who sleep,
will awaken something hungry and mean.

The lid slammed open on that muddy box of wood,
and sent the robber flying up into the air.
He lay there stunned not running like he should,
and the monster picked him up by the hair.

Oh boy, did he wriggle and how did he shriek,
as the creature gobbled upwards from his toes.
He made quite a ruckus that finally came to peak,
when it wrapped its rotten hands about his nose.

So if you are for robbing what the dead have left behind,
just because you think your deed will go unseen.
No evil goes unpunished, 'tis a fact to keep in mind,
deary, stay away from Cemetery Cajun Queen.

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