Children Children
How does your garden grow?
With snakes and bugs
and spiders and slugs
and critters that bite your toes.
Children Children
Come dance in my murky depths.
Lose all memories of whence you came
For you'll never be the same
When you see to which I've kept.
Children children
Never go to sleep
For the nightmares in your head
And the monsters under your bed
You mustn't make a peep.
absolutely fabulous my favorite peice of the week, i will be reading much more of your work.
Twisted
Oooo spooky. :D