Ripper

He doesn't have horns or crown

He wears a moth eaten cap and gown

He stalks old Londons alleyways

He's done it for more than a hundred days

Praying on the sickly whore

Never let him through your door

He tortures women while alive

And on their death he does thrive

For Jack is his name

And we know his game

Taunting you with a knife

Then he will take your life

A pact with satan he has made

Laughing hysterically at the slayed

So don't be tempted to go out at night

You ladies might take fright

At his grotesque escapades

And the horrific way he behaves

Killing is all he adores

And seeing the blood of whores

But he is not picky our Jack

We know that from the attack

On a sweet girl of youth

For there he was particularly uncouth

So horrendously brutal did he behave

They were in disbelief around her grave

So how to finish this warning to you

Don't leave home unless you have to

For if you venture out of your abode

You may become part of what's been told !!