Down yonder night alleys
Where vagrants oft wander,
Where moonlight is beaming
I hunting do fly.
Or at the bright street lights
In hunger do ponder
Amidst the dark shadows
Of Toronto's sky."
'Tis there
Where the victims lie
Cheerfully drinking their
Mad Dog and hustling
The folk who pass by.
Ah, then little think I
Of bodies' disposal
The dumpsters await me
As I pass them by.