Out on the bog a mouldy old shack, A out front and a swamp in the back, The creature who lives personifies death, curdle your blood with the smell 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 with a face can drive men insane, A by joke and a sinister brain, Her feet can peel wallpaper they're exposed, Gangrene and fungus her toes, She spends all her evenings disease, Conjuring larvae and to please, Enormous she constantly breeds, On disinterred they suckle and feed A larval sack she did It into a drainage ditch Once it carried on, No one that it was gone. in the sewer this maggot had fun, Eating the rats was it's job one, It terrorized rodents and left in tatters, The flesh of the beasts it all the more fatter, Bones it did crunch and cartilege munched The slimy invertebrate lunched, It's tubular mass through the did squirm, A limb-ripping, flesh-tearing, worm palpitating skin in gelatinous mounds, It made it's way through grounds Seeking the filth by it was sustained, The Swamp Hag had this maggot very well Finding a coffin that was plugged, The corpse was by the glistening slug, Rot and it ingested with zeal, As long as it that it had a next meal Feasting on the dead Stiffs enveloped to head Vomiting acid the crypts To on all the parts that dripped Tomb after tomb it creeped As we watched our sources deplete It tunneled into our practice And as we moshed the place Into the sewer it It's casing a human shape A squalling all set to burst This town has not yet seen the