There once was a young man named Victor,
Who lived in a land far away,
Who attempted the neigh impossible
To bring life to the decay
-ing flesh of human tissue,
Gathered from many a grave,
And although the lad succeeded,
How poorly did he behave?
His creation sat straight up,
His lips as black as night,
His skin a yellow grayish color
And his hair, too, was a fright.
The scholar saw for the first time
The output of his work.
And what'd he do? He ran away!
Man, wasn't he a jerk
The monster, confused, as a newborn babe;
Poor thing, tripped over the bed.
He didn't know squat, but still had some sense,
Took clothing and the qu