Down, up, out of the cellar.
Creatures. Large. Frightful.
Go get mom, you better tell her,
Tell her they came out of the cellar.
Down, up, out of the cellar,
Coming to haunt us all.
Maybe you shouldn’t tell her,
Tell her they came out of the cellar.
Down, up, out of the cellar.
Bit off my arms and legs.
Maybe you should’ve told her.
Told her they came out of the cellar.
VERY GOOD WORD DESCRIPTION, NARATIVE, WHAT'S THAT UNDER THE BED? nAH! ! tIS ALL IN ME HEAD! ! lol! ! tHANKYOU FOR SHARING YOUR ART LOVE duncan X
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I would like to translate this poem
CAN I ASK WHAT COMES OUT OF THE CELLAR? OR SHOULD I JUST KEEP MY QUESTION TO MYSELF?