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Welcome to Minger the land of the dead
Where you stay and linger while they chop off your head
While you're cozy sleeping they wait by the door
Leaping and leaping, more and more
They creep into your bedroom at midnight straight
The last thing you see is the shadows they make
They put you in a sack and oops too late!
They throw you into a very big lake
They throw you in like a sack of potatoes
But in reality you feel like a sack of tomatoes
All squished and red, that's how you feel
And one of the last things you wonder is if the water is teal
Or maybe you're walking down the road alone
And you see them in front of you, all bone
They chase you with knives and some with candlesticks
You wonder if they have lives and then you trip on some sticks
You fall into the forest, they're right behind you
"Stay out of the forest!", once said you're folklorist
Sorry, nothing for you to do
So don't go to Minger the land of the dead
Don't stay there, don't linger, don't let them chop off your head
Or you will be killed and you will be sealed beneath the Minger wall
Oh well, that's all!