SERIAL KILLER NURSERY RHYME #1

Son of Sam, Son of Sam, I do not like that Son of Sam.

I do not like him on my street. I do not wish to serve him meat.
I do not like him 'neath the house. I don't think he should stalk my spouse.

Son of Sam, Son of Sam, I do not like that Son of Sam.

I will not share with him my lunch. I will not hand him bones to crunch.
I will not have him out for golf. I fear he would cut me in half.

Son of Sam, Son of Sam, I do not like that Son of Sam.

I wish he would not sit by me. I wish he would not squeeze my knee.
I don't appreciate his voice. I would not harbor him by choice.

Son of Sam, Son of Sam, I do not like that Son of Sam.

I do not like him in my town. I don't accept his world renown.
I do not wish to meet his lawyer. I will not let him cross the foyer.

Son of Sam, Son of Sam, I do not like that Son of Sam.

I do not want to wash his plate. I'm feeling cold and full of hate.
I do not wish to walk his dog. No, no way am I going to walk his dog.

Son of Sam, Son of Sam, I do not, do not like that man.
That no-good, rotten, mixed-up man.
I do not like that Son of Sam.

JD Frey--July 28, 1997