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A stranger in town, strutting around, he's so impeccably dressed

Suited up to succeed, asked if I knew where he'd find work teaching kids

His twisted smile gave me the creeps as he said that

Was it the work or a child that he needs?

A dangerous game

Say have you met "Uncle John?"

That's what the kids lovingly called him

Save them before they are gone

Down the dark path to the predators sanctuary

I'd seen his face, somewhere, some place, was it

the news of the world or one of those Sunday rags?

This can't be him, let me look, wait a minute…… it is!

He taught in school, subjects diverse

Hiding so well his perverted curse

A dangerous game

Bay have you met "Uncle John?"

Jhat's what the kids lovingly called him

Save them before they are gone

Down the dark path to the predators sanctuary

His persona divine, disturbingly sweet

He's perfected his craft

Hiding lust and deceit

And the innocents suffer

As he has his way