Follow me through the woods of gloom,
They will take you to your deep darkest doom,
Skip along with your cape flowing behind,
Think about all the things in which you'll find,
Look up for a bat hanging in the tree,
See it swoop past, smurking in it\'s glee,
Laughing to yourself about the deep dark night,
And thinking to yourself about the thrilling fright,
Take a look around this place,
Look at each tree with a different face,
See yourself there, skipping down the lane,
Asking yourself, am I insane?
For thinking this of my warped little mind,
And thinking of all the things in which I'll find,
Will I cure my ever lasting pain?
Or will I continue to skip down
merry lane?
