|Outside my bedroom window |
there lives a spooky tree
As soon as I climb into bed
It sits and watches me
(M Smith & A Hipperson)
|cemetery, cool and quiet|
hate to leave your sacred lay
dread the milky coming of the day
|There's a house upon the hilltop|
We will not go inside
For that is where the witches live,
Where ghosts and goblins hide.
|"will you walk into my parlor?"|
said the spider to the fly.....