O ZOMBIE! my Zombie! our fearful trip is done;
Our bodies weather'd every whack, the brains we sought are nom nom nom;
Our lunch is near, the bells I hear, the people all screaming,
While follow eyes the zombie reel, our onslaught grim and daring:
But O brains! brains! brains!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my dinner lies,
Fallen cold and dead.