The Zombie Brigade (song parody).

[Low_Roads]

This would have been a more suitable submission for Halloween; however, I've got it now and don't want to wait. Portions of the ditty have been rattling around in my idle mind for the last couple of weeks, more or less unbidden, and I'm keen to exorcize it all by committing it to print. The words fit an existing tune, "The Toy Parade" (music credited to TV composer Melvyn Leonard), a kids' novelty song better recognized as the title music to "Leave it to Beaver".

The Zombie Brigade​

The will you've known
Will not be your own;
A miller will be your trade.
You'll grind the wheat
That the living eat
When you're in the Zombie Brigade.

A voodoo slave
From a rifled grave,
Don't count upon getting laid.
The balls, you know,
Are the first to go
When your body is zombie arrayed.

And they'll make you sing:

"Ho hee! Woe unto me!"
You cannot continue, because,
"__ ___! ___ ____ ___...
Forgot what the second line was."

The brain you trust
Has been turned to dust;
Your muscles are soon decayed.
They'll save your heart
Once you fall apart
To bless the next Zombie Brigade.

Oh yes, you'll be

Munched by worms,
While exotic germs
Will fester and marinate.
Return to dirt;
There's no soul to hurt
Once you run like warm brie.
Don't get any on me!
You're done with the Zombie Brigade.
Yeckkkk!

 

[Featherdemon]

This is really impressive! I must confess I found myself chuckling and humming this to myself all day!! haha. Excellent work!!!

 

[Low_Roads]

Thank you, Feathers! It is a bit of an ear-worm, but that's due mainly to Leonard's infectious tune rather than my scroungy doggerel! Nonetheless, I'm most pleased you approve!