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

Wriggling worms in disarray

Hear them laughing underneath