A talented hunter
His attacks are precise
But his quarry is lacking
On this planet of ice
If he ever should spot you
With his cold yellow eyes
You'd better prepare for
An unwanted surprise
WAMPA!
Camouflaged in white fur
He's like the ninja of Hoth
His claws are sharp as a razor
And they cut a wide swath
So don't try to judge him
For treating Luke as some meat
‘Cause when you live in a wasteland
You eat what you eat!
WAMPA!
He's not a snowman
Just let it go, man
He's a wampa
She minds the ice cavern
While her partner hunts on
Satisfying her hunger
With Luke's trusty tauntaun
While her prey hangs nearby
She pays no heed to him
And now he's slashed himself loose
And now she's missing a limb!
MRS. WAMPA!
Now don't be petty
She's not a yeti
She's a wampa

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