The Haunted Farm

You may think me foolish,
You may think me a berk,
But I went to a place,
Where monstrous things lurked,

I took a deep breath,
And tried to stay calm,
As I went and entered,
The Haunted Farm.

Where the tractor roars,
And comes to life,
And comes after you,
With teeth sharp as knives.

And the fields are filled,
With vicious beasts that say, ‘Moo’,
And poultry-geists float up,
And loudly go ‘Boo’,

And the farmer’s a mad scientist,
And you can tell he’s smart,
Because he made his farmhands,
Out of corpse’s parts,

You may think me foolish,
You may think me a nutter,
But I went to the Haunted Farm,
Because I like their butter.

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