A twee macabre,
I carve and carve,
The silver kitchen knife,
Serrated edge,
A death wish pledge,
And, sure, I'll take your life,
A twee macabre,
I carve and carve,
Upon the cinder stone,
A little wink,
As on I slink,
Might leave your corpse alone,
A twee macabre,
I carve and carve,
While humming out a ditty,
Your bleeding heart,
Mixed with my art,
Will make this room so pretty.
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