MANFRED THE MURDERER

(to be sung deeply and mournfully)

Manfred the murderer, the murderer of kale
We tried to tell him not to but it was to no avail
He murdered all the kale, and he put it in a pail
In a pail, in a pail, in a pail.

Manfred the murderer, the murderer of trees
We tried to tell him not to; we said "Do not do that please!"
But he murdered all the trees, and he fed them to the bees
To the bees, to the bees, to the bees.

Manfred the murderer, the murderer of lights
He put them on the Christmas tree at just the perfect height
But he screwed them in too tight, and now it's dark as night
Dark as night, dark as night, dark as night.

Manfred the murderer, the murderer of fishes
He murdered all the fishes, 'cause he said they're so delicious.
He murdered all the fishes, and he served them up in dishes
That was vicious!  That was vicious!  That was vicious!

Manfred the murderer, the murderer of potatoes
He murdered all the potatoes and he murdered all the tomatoes
He murdered all the tomatoes and he ran off to Barbados
To Barbados, to Barbados, to Barbados.


by Don Hatch