Out on the bog a mouldy old shack, A graveyard out front and a in the back, The creature who there personifies death, She'll your blood with the smell of her breath, Wrapped up in rags and a old hood, She walks with a cane of twisted black wood, A necromancer and caster of curses, She really enjoys putting in hearses. Blessed a face that can drive men insane, A body by joke and a brain, Her can peel wallpaper when they're exposed, Gangrene and fungus her toes, She all her evenings creating disease, larvae and maggots to please, Enormous she constantly breeds, On disinterred bodies they and feed A larval sack she did It into a drainage ditch Once underground it on, No one that it was gone. Down in the this maggot had fun, Eating the rats was it's job one, It rodents and left them in tatters, The flesh of the beasts it all the more fatter, Bones it did crunch and then cartilege The slimy invertebrate lunched, It's tubular mass through the did squirm, A limb-ripping, flesh-tearing, worm With palpitating skin in mounds, It made it's way Creepsylvania's grounds Seeking the filth by it was sustained, The Swamp Hag had this maggot well trained Finding a that was plentifully plugged, The corpse was by the glistening slug, Rot and decay it ingested zeal, As long as it knew that it had a meal on the bloated dead Stiffs enveloped to head acid into the crypts To gorge on all the that dripped after tomb it slowly creeped As we watched our food deplete It tunneled into our practice And listened as we the place Into the sewer it It's held a human shape A lump all set to burst This town has not yet seen the