Moon soaked sky looks down Giving what it has to give Crack of twigs many be poachers A poor soul ain't got long to live. Rustle 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 A 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.