The Lepusman

"Deep at night he hops around
In search for children's flesh
He enters your room without a sound
When he smells your blood so fresh.

He sniffs, he growls, he grinds his teeth
You nearly jump awake.
He drags you screaming underneath
where he'll cut you into steak.

He feasts on blood deep in his lair
To his teeth you will succumb
and when you say your final pray'r
You'll know, the Lepusman has come."