Who is he?
Who is he?
Skull and bones and only meat.
And nearer soon he’ll be dust.
Tremble, quiver, quake, and quaver
He'll grind himself to a crust.

Who are you?
Who are you?
Any inch from any hue.
Hunching back and dainty eyes.
Swamp root spiral for a tail.
A master of my ghoulish dyes.