Tiptoe between the weeds,
Circle round the foundation green.
Hear the chirp and paper whisper,
Of a secret-keeping sister.
Hiss of cat and creak of stair,
Close your eyes and wish Them here.
Now you’ve lifted forbidden vale,
Seeing the very depths of hell.
Lay your body upon crypt floor,
And wait your doom forever more.
Circle round the foundation green,
Tip toe, tip toe, forever unseen.