Traveling by chaise
In top hat and tail
Skulking round town
Is a killer
With an ice cold stare
That radiates fear
In all who meet dear
Mr. Ripper

At the break of day
He will have his way
With flesh and bone
To display
His work of art
From tools that are sharp
And a corpse
That he molds like clay

How could a man
With a knife so grand
Carry out such a sinister plan?
In the East End part
Of Whitechapel's dark
Where the Constables
Meet as a clan?

Cunning in kind
With his mischievous mind
He plots to capture
His prey
When the bell tolls one
The deed shall be done
For his victim
There is no more day