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Once upon a time, a tale seldom told
Of a man they called a monster
The keeper of the crows
They say he was mad about his murder
In his own particular way
See, as a child, he had no friends
So only with the birds he would play
He grew with them, as they grew with he
What a wonderful murder one day they would be
Together like feathers on wings outstretched
Waiting, watching which victim is next
As the cornfields rustle and the rows then part
Rest assured that the scarecrow is coming for your heart
Your eyes are for his crows, he says it gives them sight
Then your head becomes a jack-o-lantern, forever carved in fright
Be careful, my friends, for he knows you are close
And if he has his way, he'll have your life and your ghost
Welcome to the murder!
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