Secrets Of Wysteria (With Morbid-Morsel)

Little Gracie
Found a strange house
A place to play
Just past all the trees
Swift sharp needles
Do spot his face
Before he feeds
On the sheep's white fleece

Phantasmagorical
Willows of Wysteria
A memorial, a crescendo of hysteria

Little children went astray
In the sunny soil beneath
Wriggling worms in disarray
Hear them laughing underneath

Counting
Ten, nine, zero fingers
Won't you come and play the gray man's game
Move quick be an artful dodger
When the cleavers start swishing in flames

Phantasmagorical
Willows of Wysteria
A memorial, a crescendo of hysteria

Little children went astray
In the sunny soil beneath
Wiggling worms in disarray
Hear them laughing underneath