Picket fences line the street and no one will ever know.
The girl lies in the basement, her body smashed to and fro.
I put her there last winter, when all was bright and white.
In my draw I keep her gloves, her hat and her flashlight.
She'd come exploring all alone, at midnight, among the dark pine trees.
I heard her footsteps from my kitchen, went out and smashed her to her knees.
She had no right to be there, to be walking in my wood.
Now her parents miss her, their daughter oh so good.
Let this be a warning to all you girls and boys.
Never enter my wood or risk being the next one my axe destroys.
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