Fatal Flower Garden - Andrew Bird

It rained it poured

It rained so hard

Rained so hard all day

'Till all the boys in our school

Came out to talk and play

They tossed the ball

Again so high

Then again so low

Till it fell into a flower garden

Where no one’s allowed to go

When a tipsy Gypsy lady

Dressed in yellow and green

Says come here come here

My pretty little boy

And get your ball again

No I won’t come in

I shan’t come in

Without my playmates all

I’m gonna get my father and tell him all about it

And then the tears shall fall

First she offered an apple sweet

Then a tangerine

Then she offered a diamond

That seemed to do the trick that enticed him in

She took him by the lily-white hand

And led him through the hall

She took him to an upper room

Where no one could hear him call

No not a soul

Bury the bible at my feet

The testament at my head

If my dear father should call for me

Tell him that I am dead

Bury the bible at my head

The testament at my feet

If my dear mother should call for me

Tell her that I’m asleep