Satan baby was spawned in ’68 in NYC…
mother was a good girl.
Satan baby was born on a dark and stormy night.

Satan baby was cared for by a devil-worshipper crew;
his arrival they cheered.
Satan baby imbued in this group beaucoup delight.

But mom’s not frothing with bliss
when she learns something has turned the birth amiss.
It’s in a deranged neighborhood
they live, and to leave is her wish.

Satan baby
is now her lot; she’s not feeling too hot,
and she’s strangled with fear.
Satan baby’s strange ovoid eyes, devoid of bright.

Satan-chummy was her hubby…dunked in his seed;
dunkel* deeds were far from fine.
Satan-slavey was he, and what he craved wasn’t right.

Santa’s newbie looks awful shocking; he’s primed to vex and hex.
He is the next in line,
Santa’s newbie, to be the prince of darkness, not light.

Won’t be on a Christian spree,
and he will not be buying a Christmas tree.
First grief, but then comes into view
a change to glee for Rosemary.

Satan’s baby she begins to see as her wee thing;
the sting that she first felt is gone.
Satan’s baby she hustles to suckle, feels alright.
Now no victim—she’s seen the light.