Pack your bags tonight
while we are all asleep
bring with you that lamp
and the gun under the desk
beside the bed
of Uncle Roberto.

Zip the tent without a sound
and mind your steps
tip toe, you must
because no one should hear
the thuds and thumps
as you escape tonight.

Wear your coats, Darla
the snow is getting worse
run fast and away, my lady
because hunt is scarce
there’s no more to eat
and they plan to feast on you.