Little Man

I smell his tainted scent, so putrid and delicious—
Where are you, little man? I know you hide!
Give me his blood and bones—the bread will be nutritious;

My gold counts me to slumber, so dusted and propitious,
But where is the last? Little man, dare I see illusions on the side?
I smell his tainted scent, so putrid and delicious—

My fowl lays wealth until I sleep, so tempting and ambitious,
Little man, all I have are feathers! What have you tried?
Give me his blood and bones—the bread will be nutritious;

My harp plays before I sleep, so careful and capricious
But oh ho, little man! My harp has painfully cried!
I smell his tainted scent, so putrid and delicious—

I found the running devil, so cunning and seditious
Little man! The time has come! I can taste you with my bride!
Give me his blood and bones—the bread will be nutritious;

Stalks of rancid green, must you be so broken and malicious?
I’ll get you yet, little man, across the river wide;
I smell his tainted scent, so putrid and delicious—
Give me his blood and bones—the bread will be nutritious.