• Lurking in the night,
    Oh what a dreadful sight,
    The monster in the distance,
    Stalking out of sight.

    You heard the stories,
    And laughed at the tale,
    But now as you walk on that moonlight trail,
    You shiver in your boots,
    And jump at owls hoots,

    Wish you were at home,
    Talking on your phone,
    But still you might prevail,
    And tell of the goat suckers tal.

    For the Chupacabra is not far off,
    Watching, waiting for the time to strike,
    To take you in the night,
    To make a statistic out of fright.

    If you die today you will sure not live to say,
    That the Chupacabra is real,
    Waiting for a meal,
    And if you’re not careful you may be next,
    A dish for its breakfast,

    It jumps at you from behind and rips throw your jacket,
    You turn and kick as hard as you can and see its large dark frame,
    It runs away for its next strike,
    On the ground you see with surprise,
    The claw of the hunter who ran away,
    You pick it up and run to escape by sunrise.

    And though you live to tell they know you mean well but,
    They say you are crazy,
    They say your dumb,
    They say you need help and they can give you some.

    Now time has passed and you would not trust yourself,
    If it was not for the claw that was lodged in your back so long ago,
    That you have up on four shelf.