The Twisted Mr. McMaullin

There is someone who is quite different than you and me,
A crackpot, a charlatan, a menace to society;
A man the Devil must be callin',
The Twisted Mr. McMaullin.

There is a rumor he is a witch, a warlock,
He bites the heads off of cocks;
Where is his faith, has he fallen?
The Twisted Mr. McMaullin.

He is a mad hatter, a man of poor repute,
A dunce, an ignoramus, a vile brute;
Is he a drunk, I have never seen him crawlin',
The Twisted Mr. McMaullin.

He says we are backwards, out of rhythm,
Then he says we live in a heliocentric solar system!
The Inquisition is here, time for an ass haulin',
The Broken, Hung, Burned, Quartered, Beheaded, Twisted Mr. McMaullin.