Her name is Mary Old
She had no children only dolls
Her skin is pale
Her eyes are beaming
She creeps into your house to see you
But when you see her in your dreams
Be sure to never ever scream
Because if you do you friends will be gone and so will you
One by one she'll take you down
She'll leave you for last so you know she's around
Sun is down moon is up you here howling from the forest in front
Sounds merge from the corners of your room
Eyes appear as shadows came forward towards you
Shouting and screaming is all you can do
But what we all know is she's out for you.
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