Long ago in ages past
A myth was formed that was to last
A man some say with hooks for hands
A monster of forgotten lands

But some say neither of these
Is what was stalking through the trees
Something in-between perhaps
Evaded even our best traps

Tall as a bear but like a ghost
Only to the dead beknownst
For no one lives to tell the tale
And myths so long have gotten stale

Sometimes only traces found
And rarely does it make a sound
An eyeball here, a finger there
It kills and kills without a care

But one thing is for sure
Hotdogs are its only lure
One legend stands the test
Of time among all the rest

Often times at camping sites
In cover of dark, in dead of night
Screams are heard from far away
An in the morning corpses lay

One might think a thief came through
If not for clues that come in two
For one footprints are forsaken
And hotdogs are the sole things taken

Detectives left to scratch their heads
Increasing are the numbered dead
Empty beds where neighbors lied
Leave our children terrified