The Cranberry Man

Look out Stan there's the Cranberry Man,
And in his hand he's got some flan.
He plans to sell it to your soul,
He plans to sell a sugar bowl.
He seeks to see you harmed and hurt,
He starts out friendly, soon turns curt.
He smiles at you while in your yard,
Until you have his business card.
Don't take it Stan, don't fall for it,
Don't buy it, not a single bit.
Glare at him, ignore his smile,
Ignore the comity, see the guile.