I taste your smell
I smell your fear
Come to me, now my dear
We can go to a place far away
When out on the lawn there arose a big splatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters to see a throat being slashed
There’s a small dark place you should all fear where the children and the elves all cheer
By the snow with the big green tree with bags of presents we all can see