Ogres are driven to do no good…
take grandmother out and crow.
They’re coarse and outré, don’t care if they slay;
they’ll bite and rip you open.

Ogres like livers; they taste so good,
their tastes go from haute to low.
They’ll chew your nose and eat your toes.
Those ogres chow down then blow.

Ogres like rippin’ up folks, you should
run fast and get away.
Do not hang around,
or they’ll hunt you down,
and then it’s nosh-living day.

Ogres aren’t driven out of the hood;
I’m telling you: Do not wait.
You’d better blow
because you know,
you could meet a bad fate.

Ogres aren’t riven by dudes who’re good,
so don’t believe that old lie.
If you should meet one,
you had better run!
Don’t be a dumb chump and die.