Twice upon a town named Eerie,
The children stalk the Woods O' Dreary
Pale and white as zombies they roam,
White teeth like pearls, from their mouths they foam
Watching and waiting they find their prey,
On the outskirts of Eerie...fresh blood on their way!
How darling they look, at first glance they seem,
No different than most 'cept for a twinkle and gleam
Down the cobblestone path they skip and they sing:
'We're the children of Eerie! Tis death we shall bring! '
Closer and closer the travelers they come,
Unaware of their fate or what they'll become
Now the children of Eerie who stalk Woods O' Dreary
Have the cavalier theory that their victims are weary...
As the lampposts grow dim,
The outcome is slim,
That the travelers will pass,
By this haunted wet grass
So they creep and they crawl,
Then let out their squall!
No more travelers you'll see...
Near the Woods O' Dreary...
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