Entangled in dead arms,

I hope I won’t come to harm,

Green skin and swollen tongue,

A zombie, a native son,

I think I’m scared,

But I never cared,

I’m unusual too,

Just like you,

So here’s to you, dear zombie,

I hope you run away with me,

And if you do,

That would be cool,

A place for me,

You will make for me,

To become just like you