Spring Heeled Jack -

Upward he shoots

By the springs on his boots

Like an inverted angel

We’ve been afraid of this terrible

Strange, elusive monster for years

It seems to be superstitious lunacy

But in fact when things go black

Old Spring Heeled Jack appears

I hear the sound

Of him bounding around

On the rooftops of London

Leaving the people bewildered and stunned

And, on occasion, aflame

No sooner than unsuspecting Englishmen

Turn their backs, the wretch attacks

And Spring Heeled Jack’s his name

I doubt that it’s those clever brats in college

And the Marquess of Waterford denies all knowledge

And people in the area reek of mass hysteria…

But, admit you must, that it is just enough to scare ya'

And you scream when he draws

Out a handful of claws

And a blue breath of fire

Then disappears leaping higher and higher

As if lighter than air

Time marches on

Now it seems as though he’s gone

This day lacks tales of his acts

But don’t relax

For Spring Heeled Jack’s still there