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Inside this dark and dreary tale
Winter is bitter, darkness prevails
In the dock ships lower sails
A mist appears of rain and hail
The beasts awakens in the dock
Bursts free from his crate, holding stock
Ambles through fields, scaring the flock
Up to the house door, bolted, locked
The beast dug claws into the floor
And smashed his huge frame at the door
One time, two times, three times, four
Until the wood withstood no more
Inside the house the family screamed
Awoken from their restless dreams
Beside the fire the beast’s eyes gleamed
Enraged and angered, so it seemed
With its huge claws it slung and slashed
The mother’s chest was cut and gashed
The Father swung his rope and lashed
The beast was caught, it struggled and thrashed
The father chopped the beast’s huge head
Black blood sprayed on the floor, not red
He dragged the beast to the town and said
“I caught the beast, but now he’s dead”
Winter is bitter, darkness prevails
In the dock ships lower sails
A mist appears of rain and hail
The beasts awakens in the dock
Bursts free from his crate, holding stock
Ambles through fields, scaring the flock
Up to the house door, bolted, locked
The beast dug claws into the floor
And smashed his huge frame at the door
One time, two times, three times, four
Until the wood withstood no more
Inside the house the family screamed
Awoken from their restless dreams
Beside the fire the beast’s eyes gleamed
Enraged and angered, so it seemed
With its huge claws it slung and slashed
The mother’s chest was cut and gashed
The Father swung his rope and lashed
The beast was caught, it struggled and thrashed
The father chopped the beast’s huge head
Black blood sprayed on the floor, not red
He dragged the beast to the town and said
“I caught the beast, but now he’s dead”
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Inside this dark and dreary tale
Winter is bitter, darkness prevails
In the dock ships lower sails
A mist appears of rain and hail
The beasts awakens in the dock
Bursts free from his crate, holding stock
Ambles through fields, scaring the flock
Up to the house door, bolted, locked
The beast dug claws into the floor
And smashed his huge frame at the door
One time, two times, three times, four
Until the wood withstood no more
Inside the house the family screamed
Awoken from their restless dreams
Beside the fire the beast’s eyes gleamed
Enraged and angered, so it seemed
With its huge claws it slung and slashed
The mother’s chest was cut and gashed
The Father swung his rope and lashed
The beast was caught, it struggled and thrashed
The father chopped the beast’s huge head
Black blood sprayed on the floor, not red
He dragged the beast to the town and said
“I caught the beast, but now he’s dead”
Winter is bitter, darkness prevails
In the dock ships lower sails
A mist appears of rain and hail
The beasts awakens in the dock
Bursts free from his crate, holding stock
Ambles through fields, scaring the flock
Up to the house door, bolted, locked
The beast dug claws into the floor
And smashed his huge frame at the door
One time, two times, three times, four
Until the wood withstood no more
Inside the house the family screamed
Awoken from their restless dreams
Beside the fire the beast’s eyes gleamed
Enraged and angered, so it seemed
With its huge claws it slung and slashed
The mother’s chest was cut and gashed
The Father swung his rope and lashed
The beast was caught, it struggled and thrashed
The father chopped the beast’s huge head
Black blood sprayed on the floor, not red
He dragged the beast to the town and said
“I caught the beast, but now he’s dead”
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