Little Mrs. Muffet
Was smoking her
tuffet
In a most
psychedelic way
Along came a dragon
With it's tail a
wagging
And carried Mrs.
Muffet away
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Scarecrow
The Scarecrow has come for the harvest Your soul is what he harvests Then gives each soul to a Jack-o-Lantern So it comes awake
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The evils of this World hold you by a leash to Stay in controll
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They were fools to interrupt this day My day Where I was to be wed to the man I love Did they not think I would be armed Did they not thin... -
Sons of night Wicked deeds Doomed they are
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