Renfield

Renfield gets more interesting the more I understand him
I know he's got some settled scheme but what I can't imagine
His pets are of odd sorts and now he's into catching flies
He says they're for the spiders and they must be kept alive

He keeps the spiders in a box, he's now got quite a few
And when the flies run out he simply catches more with food
I dreaded to expostulate but much to my surprise
He politely acquiesced out from the corner of his eye

What manner of man
What manner of man
What manner of man
What manner of creature

Renfield's captured insects are now sensibly diminished
But even now I suspect that the man is far from finished
A veritable aviary is growing ever faster
And the lunatic insists that the birds are for his master

I wonder what he's up to, so I offer him a kitten
And that is when I see his bug-eyed eagerness betray him
Renfield grew enraged, he threw himself upon the floor
And then by morning he'd devoured every sparrow raw