Little Marshall enjoyed the woods
He’d stay out all night if he could
But with his mom yelling go to bed
He could only dream about the forest in his head

But then one night Marshall stayed up late
Ignoring his mothers cries of hate
He ran from his house into the deep
Forest, unknowing what in the darkness creeped

Faster and faster, he ran through the woods
Far from his home away from where he should
Be, the night is too dark for a child,
Too cold, too black, too grim and too wild

Marshall spotted a tree it was black and tall
But underneath it there was a beast that was
calling out! oh, what a blood thirsty shriek
It sprung and chased poor Marshall into the deep

As Marshall was running he wondered why
He had left his house, he was sure to die
In the forest, a cabin, there was still hope!
God had finally thrown little Marshall a rope

Chorus

A man in the cabin let Marshall in
He slammed the door with a toothy grin
With the beast outdoors and the man inside
There was plainly no place for Marshall to hide

Marshall came to see he had lost the chase
The man grabbed his arm with a forceful embrace
That was it for poor Marshall, there was no way out
He opened his mouth but he could not shout

The beast crashed through the window mangling the man
Marshall fell to the floor releasing his hand
Marshall saw in the light it was little dog Poe!
His trusty black lab had vanquished his foe!

With the moon down low and the sun rising up
What a frightful night he had endured with his pup
They trotted side by side out of the wood
Trailing behind them.. a puddle of the mans blood