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