The House At the End of the Street

There was a house at the end of my street No-one lived there for very long During the war, an entire family wiped out When an aeroplane dropped a bomb The family living there at the time Amounted to unlucky thirteen Mother, father, baby Mary And ten children in between They were a lovely family Liked by everyone Janet Smithson who was a nurse And her hard-working husband John They were in the front room having tea On that fateful day When an aeroplane scored a direct hit And God took them all away The whole town was in mourning For the Smithson family Mother, father and eleven children The youngest baby Mary who was three What was left of the house was boarded up Then the tenants would move in Off would come the boards The walls they were so thin We'd hear their every movement If they slammed a door, the walls would shake Wild parties held by young teenagers Would keep us all awake A tenant would live there for a couple of months Then they’d go on their way We'd ask them why they were moving out But none of them would say This went on for many years Tenants would come and go I asked the landlord what was wrong He said that he didn't know One day I plucked up the courage To question a tenant as they were about to leave She said “I’m almost scared to tell you I’ve never been one to believe But there is something supernatural Going on in the hall When everything is quiet We can hear screaming coming from the wall” She said she'd looked on the internet In the local branch library And read up on the house's history And the sad fate of the Smithson family After years of squatters and standing empty The house it was pulled down But what happened to the Smithson’s Is still remembered in my home town