Where do children go when they too far stray?
To Torchwood Manor down the lane
Where ghouls and goblins do fancy feast
On bat pie fricassee and fine young meat.
Where terror and agony are the daily fare
Where the Lord of the manor awaits
in yon head chair.
With steely knives to cut like butter
Tender flesh, in sauce he'll smother.
So, on all hallows eve stay close to your home
Or you'll end up seasoned meat for the Lord's morning scone!
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