A Devil Comes to the South
How a person looks. like me and you
I've seen the devil like once or two
Strolling down the bumpy road
Being followed by fat green toads
Squeaking with his devil bike
Old timer Willy Beard yelling "man take a hike"
Possibly waiting for what is owed
Maybe a little boy or girl, we must decode
Showing up on porches late at night
Looking in your windows for a fright
Getting him out our town is the plan
Tired of hearing about mister scary man!
Until one day he just disappeared
And so did old timer Willy Beard.
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