campfire song

come, adventurers.

 

both the young and old.

 

listen to my sorry tale,

 

that shall soon be told.

 

'bout the witch in the forest,

 

the forest near here.

 

she stole children from out of bed,

 

and took them to her hut.

 

they returned the next morning,

 

messed up in the head.

 

their eyeballs were scattered,

 

 in the gloomy forest.

 

of which children were warned

 

to steer clear.

 

their limbs were chopped off,

 

leaving a trail of blood and guts,

 

to paint the silver birch trees.

 

their souls remained trapped between worlds.

 

the world of home and the world of the witches.