Body parts are strewn about
Smell of death in the air
An omen of impending death
Everyone better beware
Jason is on the prowl
Not yet apprehended
Leave while you still can
Or your life will be ended
Wild and reckless young ones
To him they fall as prey
Young hormonal teenagers
Won’t see the light of day
Hiding in the big red barn
Nobody expecting him
Prowls and slaughters with great tact
Deformed killer will attack