Ｇｅｏｒｇｅ ｋｎｏｗｓ, Ａｌｂｅｒｔ ＫＮＯＷＳ ｗｈｙ ｅｖｅｎ THE Ｈａｇ ｄｏｗｎ ＴＨＥ ｌａｎｅ,
they all know what happens ｗｈｅｎ ＹＯＵ ｇｏ ｔｏ ｓｌｅｅｐ ａｎｄ they ａｌｌ know theres one ｍａｎ ｔｏ blame,
He ｃｏｍｅｓ ａｔｎｉｇｈｔ all ｄｒｅｓｓｅｄ ｉｎ ｂｌａｃｋ,
With ａ ｐｕｍｐｋｉｎ ｈｅａｄ and ａ ｓｍａｌｌ ｂｒｏｗｎ ｓａｃｋ,
Ｈｅ comes to your ｈｏｕｓｅ ｗｉｔｈ Ａ paper and ｐｅｎ,
Ｌｏｏｋｓ ａｔ ｔｈｅ door and ｃｒｏｓｓｅｓ off your ｎａｍｅ,
ｔｈｅｎ ｇｏｅｓ ｔｏ your ｒｏｏｍ and ｓｉｇｈｓ what ａ shame,
He ｔａｋｅｓ ｏｕｔ his Knife and ｃｈｏｐｓ off your head,
and ｌｅａｖｅｓ your lifeless body in ＢＥＤ,
Ｏｈ ＤＥＡＲ，ｏｈ ＭＹ, yes theres one ｍａｎ ｔｏ blame,
And ｔｈａｔ one ＭＡＮ?
JACK is his ＮＡＭＥ
There ya go a nice little poem for ye!
Ｄｏｎ'ｔ ｋｎｏｗ ｗｈｙ ｔhe ｗｒｉｔｉｎｇ ｗｅｎｔ ａｌｌ freaky sweatdrop
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