In 1912, the month of June,
Villisca, Iowa, the town,
The Moore family - bodies strewn,
A bloodied axe brought them all down.
While they slept in their home at night,
Murdered while each was in their bed,
Found the next morn, a gruesome sight,
Parents and the six children dead.
Never solved was this grisly crime.
A few suspects did come and go.
As was, the house still stands through time.
The who done it to never know.
And in the house seen to this day,
A bloody axe in air does sway.
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