The Haunted House
SHE SITS LIKE A WICKETY RICKETY SHREW
COBWEB ENCRUSTED - WAITING FOR YOU
RUSTED AND BUSTED WANTING TO CHEW,
COME ON IN, BUT DON'T SAY "BOO"
SHE'S HAUNTED, UNDAUNTED
UNWANTED, ITS TRUE...
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