text: The flash pan hunter sways with the wind
  And his rifle is the sound of the morning
  Each sulfurous bullet must have its own wit
  And each cartridge comes with a warning
  Beware of elaborate telescopic meat
  It will find its way back to the forest
  For Wilhelm cant wait to be Peg Legs crown
  And the briar is strangling the rose back down
  His back shall be my slender new branch
  It will bend, it will sway in the breeze
  As the Devil does his polka with a hatchet in his hand
  As a sniper in the branches of the trees
  As the vulture flutters down, as the snake sheds his dove
  Wilhelms cutting off his fingers, so theyll fit into the glove
  For Wilhelm cant wait to be Peg Legs crown
  And the briar is strangling the rose back down
  The briar is strangling the rose back down