Ben Curell Versus the Mummy

The shotgun then errupted
Like the fires of some hell
And standing there triumphant
Was the mighty Ben Curell

The mummy now slumped over
Bereft of its head
Once the king of Egypt
The undead now was dead

And Kyla on Ben's shoulder
Now began to weep
Her children now were safe
From the vile creep

He'd downed his vicious foe
With a single shell
And standing there triumphant
The mighty Ben Curell