Strangers
Don’t stray from the primrose path little girl
But follow the way that is true
For there in the wood someone’s up to no good
And he waits for a lass such as you
He’ll appear to be perfectly charming
And will blind you with words, sugar sweet
You’ll fall under his spell and we know all too well
He’s just looking for someone to eat
So look straight ahead as you travel, and
Be careful to mind where you tread
Don’t talk to any grey strangers, or
Tomorrow you’ll find yourself dead
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