We'll eat again;
People taste like chicken.
Yes, we eat people,
But that's the zombie way.

Each night we move;
In gorging groups we groove
We don't dance--
It's more like an undead sashay.

We'll make some cuisine that's haute
From the folks that we smote.
But we won't linger long.
Even though we might bloat,
Get a bone stuck in throat,
We eat too fast--then you're gone.

We'll eat again;
It's a reflex action
Yes, we eat people,
But that's the zombie way.

Keep biting through
Until we finish you.
Then finish the meal off
With a nice Gamay.

We'll make some cuisine that's haute
From the folks that we smote.
And sing a sanguine song
Even though we might bloat,
Get a bone stuck in throat,
We eat fast--it's almost dawn.

We'll eat again;
It's a reflex action
Don't come out at night--
Only on sunny days.