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!!!