My father died quite the noble man
His army of elk recaptured the land
They trampled the innocent and skewered our foes
And their unholy antlers tore apart homes
Here on the horizon I stand
Controls to my cyborg squirrels in hand
Drama like this unseen since Harold Pinter
They'll bury the bodies and save them for winter
I'm afraid even friends will be sacrificed
By my massive bushy-tailed anti-christ
Grab your sweetheart and whisper goodbyes
The drop off planes are filling the skies
A rain of chirping death soon to fall
It'll be more surreal than Pink Floyd's "the Wall"
Hit them with a car and they'll go unscathed
Bird feeders before, the world today