Out on the bog a mouldy old shack, A graveyard out front and a in the back, The creature who lives personifies death, She'll curdle your blood with the of her breath, Wrapped up in rags and a old hood, She walks with a made of twisted black wood, A feared necromancer and of curses, She really enjoys people in hearses. Blessed a face that can drive men insane, A body by and a sinister brain, Her can peel wallpaper when they're exposed, Gangrene and fungus her toes, She spends all her creating disease, larvae and maggots to please, Enormous she constantly breeds, On disinterred bodies suckle and feed A sack she did dismiss It into a drainage ditch underground it carried on, No one that it was gone. Down in the sewer maggot had fun, Eating the was it's job number one, It terrorized rodents and left in tatters, The flesh of the made it all the more fatter, Bones it did crunch and then cartilege The invertebrate sloppily lunched, It's tubular mass through the did squirm, A limb-ripping, flesh-tearing, worm palpitating skin in gelatinous mounds, It made way through Creepsylvania's grounds Seeking the filth by it was sustained, The Swamp Hag had this maggot very trained Finding a that was plentifully plugged, The corpse was devoured by the slug, Rot and decay it with zeal, As as it knew that it had a next meal Feasting on the bloated Stiffs foot to head Vomiting acid into the To on all the parts that dripped Tomb after tomb it slowly As we watched our food deplete It tunneled our practice space And as we moshed the place the sewer it escaped It's casing a human shape A squalling lump all set to This town has not yet the worst