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
Phan - tas - ma - go - ooo - ri - cal
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 Grey Man's game?
Move quick, be an artful dodger
When the cleavers start swishing in flames
Phan - tas - ma - go - ooo - ri - cal
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