Flash Pan Hunter

The flash pan hunter sways with the wind

His rifle is the sound of the morning

Each sulfurous bullet way have it's own wit

Each cartridge comes with a warning

Beware of elaborate telescopic meats

They will find their way back to the forest

For Wilhelm can't wait

To be Peg Leg's crown

As the briar is strangling

The rose back down

His back shall be my slender new branch

It will sway and bend in the breeze

As the devil does his polka

Wit ha hatchet in his hand

As a sniper in the branches of the trees

As the vulture flutters down

As the snake sheds his dove

Wilhelm's cutting off his fingers

So they'll fit into his glove

For Wilhelm can't wait

To be Peg Leg's crown

As the briar is strangling

The rose back down