She stalks through the streets
She slopes and she lingers
A formidable woman
They call her ***** fingers

Clutched ‘tween her fingers
The family net
She catches them badgers
Then returns to the sett

Her Long wiry frame
Created for creeping
She skins the poor mites
With her knife while they’re sleeping

A red velvet bonnet
Drapes A bouffant of grey
Old  lady Bitchfingers
She’s coming your way

She snakes through the streets
More slither than stride
She windmills them badgers
With swagger and pride

Her tight leather catsuit
An inspired  Creation
She’s done for the evening
Now for the celebration!

“We’ll dine on a badger”
Her shrill vocal belch!
“I’ll rip out its innards”
On 3! ...1....2.....squelch

So remember this story
It will serve you well
Her wiry bush
And her sharp sense of smell
For if you should see
A poor badger linger
Please move aside
For Madame ***** Fingers