29 June 2012
There was an old lady Who lived in a forest She had a black cat Whose name was Horace
With her long black cape And her pointy nose Ten shrivelled fingers Ten ugly toes
Spots on her hands And warts on her feet She wasn't the person That you'd like to meet
She spent all her day Creating her brew In go the rats tails And little boys too
If you went in there The house in the trees She'd rip you apart And chew on your knees
So watch for the sign The one on the path Steer clear of this old girl She isn't a laugh
BEWARE • Opuss № I