There are zombies
From Tashkent to Bombay
From London to Boise
Where they are quite noisy
Tho' they splash and they splish
Brains are their dish
Or so it is so
By those that don't know
That zombies will die
If just you or I
Knew that their fault
Is a small bit of salt
Tossed into their mouth
So they see the truth
That they are not dead
Like that old Astaire, Fred
Then they go for the bokor
And when he is done for
Like two tons of lead
The zombie falls dead.
       --Melody Couplet, 1807