Little gracie
Found a strange house
A place to play
Just past all the trees
Swift sharp needles
Do spot his face
Before he feeds
On the sheep's white fleece
Phantasmagorical
Willows of wysteria
A memorial
A crescendo
Of hysteria
Little children
Went astray
In the sunny soil beneath
Wriggling worms in disarray
Hear them laughing underneath
Counting
Ten, nine, zero fingers
Won't you come and play
The gray man's game
Move quick
Be an
Artful dodger
When the cleavers
Start swishing in flames
Phantasmagorical
Willows of wysteria
A memorial
A crescendo
Of hysteria
Little children
Went astray
In the sunny
Soil beneath
Wiggling worms in disarray
Hear them laughing underneath
