Haunted Cave in Lexington Ohio
let’s go to the haunted cave
I can dress up and be a knave
we must take the underground wagon ride
just fifteen dollars gets me inside
I will stay here and fan myself said Grandma Wrench
She rushed over to plunk down on a tiny bench.
There are thirty-thousand bats in there she yelled to her man.
He rolled his eyes, and fished his money from the can.
The haunted cave is in Ohio, Lewisburg, and it is long.
You can walk or ride, it’s fun; you cannot go wrong.
But after seeing the bats, I decided to stay outside with Gram.
While you post Dracula kind of pix on InstaGram.
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