Fee Fi Fo Fum

[Verse 1]
Oh, If I met the piper
I'd cut off his hands
'Cause the songs that he played
Led the beggars to land
Where the fire burns fast
And the well is frozen cold
I'd meet my maker
Before I get old

[Chorus]
Oh, so fee fi fo fum
I spilled the blood of an Englishman
And on the seventh day
As the armies rose east
I met my maker and I gave him
A piece of my mind

[Verse 2]
Severed and swelling
His hands in a mess
The piper cried out
Of his pain, nonetheless
He rose to his feet
To face his demise
The piper will have
To pay more for his lies

[Chorus]
Oh, so fee fi fo fum
I spilled the blood of an Englishman
And on the seventh day
As the armies rose east
I met my maker and I gave him
A piece of my mind

[Outro]
Piece of my mind
A piece