A demagogue is loose upon the land.
Draw fast the curtains and switch off the light,
Mothers keep your children close at hand.

What is that odd footprint in the sand?
What sloughed skin glistens in the night?
A demagogue is loose upon the land.

Mark well that stranger tall and tanned
Whose smile conceals white teeth that bite.
Mothers keep your children close at hand.

O do not accede to his demand,
Prepare instead for instant flight.
A demagogue is loose upon the land.

Things may not go as we have planned,
The world feigns deafness to our plight.
Mothers keep your children close at hand.

We've felt the breath, observed the occult brand,
Now all the facts assemble in plain sight:
A demagogue is loose upon our land.
Mothers keep your children close at hand.