My grandfather lives
In the gaudy living-room
Of a millionaire.

My grandma in an amulet
Made of her nail
Dangling on the neck of an heir.

Two of my cousins
In two distant zoos
Two childhood pals
Put to medicinal use

There was news I heard
A couple of days back
My mother was on an exotic menu
A gourmet, to be exact

Last time I stole a goat
The villagers butchered my brother
It very well could have been
Young Stripey or dear old Taxi
As long as they kill, its not a bother

I must now hide,
think I hear a hunter