Lucky Leonard Letsbe Doesn’t have a care Shopping for a futon Fussing with his hair Suddenly, commotion People running scared Poor Leonard Letsbe Unprepared
Leaping Leonard Letsbe Running like the blazes Smoke inhalation Cuts and grazes Sheltered in a bistro Bitten on the ear Silly Leonard Letsbe Feeling queer
Dying Leonard Letsbe Twitching for a while Sitting bolt upright Dead man’s smile Chewing on a trucker Right where he sat Hungry Leonard Letsbe Havin’ some of that
A clipping from Resident: Neville, a lovely musical romp concerning the invasion of the undead **