Who Would He Be
The devil
Would be a charming old man
Sharp as a whip
With a cane in his hand
Over for supper
He would invite
All of the creatures
That rule the cruel night
The piano would play
Of its own accord
And instead of a blessing
He would curse the Lord
His house is red brick
And dutch glass to boot
An antique of style
A tempting class to loot
The devil is wary
Of those who can think
Of those who have faith
Of those eyes that don't blink
The devil is here
And he means to stay
And he won't die soon
Without souls made to pay