And all I hear is you shuffle and drift.
You're making noise near my lair, I'd like you dead, to be fair.
Keep going Mr talks out loud,
I assure, your body will never be found.
And lady with the hideous cackle,
For you I will acquaint with gag and shackle.
Far from being reasonable without sleep;
You will not see or hear me creep,
Up behind you with such stealth,
And take away your living health.
-cHeRRy
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