Never relax
You may meet a black in the dark or the day,
With a grin on its face in a curious way.
It might tip its hat and say, “How do you do?”
But don’t be deceived — it’s not friendly to you!
A black might seem fine with a snack in its hand,
Just humming and drumming and kicking the sand.
But blink once too slow, or give them your trust…
And SHLUNK! comes the knife with a twist and a thrust!
They stab in the morning, they stab late at night,
They stab when you're laughing, they stab out of spite.
They stab while you're thinking, they stab while you nap —
They’ll stab through your blanket and ruin your nap!
You must never relax when a black is around.
They don’t make a sound — not even a sound!
They lurk and they leer and they plot and they plan,
They’ll shank you much faster than old Uncle Stan.
So if you see stripes, or a glint in their eye,
If a black starts to whistle, just wave them goodbye.
Run far and run fast, don't look back or stall...
'Cause blacks don't need reasons, no reason at all.
With a grin on its face in a curious way.
It might tip its hat and say, “How do you do?”
But don’t be deceived — it’s not friendly to you!
A black might seem fine with a snack in its hand,
Just humming and drumming and kicking the sand.
But blink once too slow, or give them your trust…
And SHLUNK! comes the knife with a twist and a thrust!
They stab in the morning, they stab late at night,
They stab when you're laughing, they stab out of spite.
They stab while you're thinking, they stab while you nap —
They’ll stab through your blanket and ruin your nap!
You must never relax when a black is around.
They don’t make a sound — not even a sound!
They lurk and they leer and they plot and they plan,
They’ll shank you much faster than old Uncle Stan.
So if you see stripes, or a glint in their eye,
If a black starts to whistle, just wave them goodbye.
Run far and run fast, don't look back or stall...
'Cause blacks don't need reasons, no reason at all.
