Caitlin is frightened to sleep
She worries she’ll kidnap some sheep
So she ties herself down
Paints her face like a clown
Then she’ll roll in a ball and she’ll weep.
Autumn is usually neat
Until she’s taken a seat
She’ll grow horns on her face
And writhe with disgrace
And carve her own leg into meat.
There once was a girl named Mina
Who wanted to murder her cleaner
With a packet of yeast
She served up a feast
Then knifed her to death with a cleaver.