In the spooky forest thumping ongoing was carpet bombing Earth in air the wood got splintered Shaved hand clean of poor old Mildred Cast her eyes on image dreary Cast her eyes with glance so weary Pondered question: "Am I scary?!" Still she knows the answers not Cursed and hissed and screeched and whispered Howled and screamed far into distance: "I'll avenge you little sister!" Cried she towards hateful lot From that day on every autumn From that forest come back frightened Forever their fears are heightened Souls and hearts and brains made weak! Hear her wheel come - squeak squeak squeak!!!