| Little Herschell enjoyed the snow
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| He was fond to play out doors and go
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| Along the slopes and around the wood
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| He’d play outside all night if he could
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| And why not?
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| He thought
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| It it my right
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| I think I’ll stay outside all night
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| So silly Herschell, he ran from home
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| Free to play and free to roam
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| Well he made a friend that very night
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| To keep him from dismay and fright
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| He bestowed to it
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| His scarf and his hat
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| While initiating
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| A cordial chat
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| Then out jumped the beast
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| Carnivorous and wild
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| With intentions to feast
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| On the guts of the child
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| Herschell’s new friend
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| Only stood there and smirked
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| He had given a warning
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| Of the brute that lurked
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| Faster and faster
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| You run through the snow
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| Poor little waif
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| You have nowhere to go
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| You think you’re having fun
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| But if you only knew
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| Just around the corner
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| Death is waiting for you
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| Na na
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| Na na na na na na na na na
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| Na na na na na na na na
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| Na na na na na na na na na
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| Terrified and betrayed
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| Herschell ran for his soul
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| As the creature pursued like a badgering troll
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| The boy fled with haste
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| For if he was caught
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| He’d be gormandised and left to rot
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| But just up ahead
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| A man dressed in red
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| Stood in the snow
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| Though he looked to be dead
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| Herschell beseeched him, sir can you help?
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| I’m too young to die
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| I’m only a welp!
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| But suddenly the beast, with an impetuous brace
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| Vanquished the man by clutching his face
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| The rueful child wished for his bed
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| He knew he’d be next when the old man was dead!
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| Faster and faster
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| You run through the snow
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| Poor little waif
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| You have nowhere to go
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| You think you’re having fun
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| But if you only knew
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| Just around the corner
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| Death is waiting for you
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| Na na na na na na na na
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| Na na na na na na na na na
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| Na na na na na na na na
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| Na na na na na na na na na
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| Oh great was to be requital of the man to say the least
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| Like the wing from a fly, he pulled the arm from the beast
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| The bloody thing shrieked, but the man didn’t care
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| His expression was vacant as he proceeded to tear
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| The immaculate snow became smudged with gore
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| As the monster convulsed causing blood to pour
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| Herschell was safe or so he assumed
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| But he could not perceive that his future was doomed
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| Cause the man’s intention to engage in the fight
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| Was to have the boy for his own delight
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| Herschell was seized and dragged away
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| His remains were found
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| The following day
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| Faster and faster
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| You run through the snow
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| Poor little waif
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| You have nowhere to go
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| You think you’re having fun
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| But if you only knew
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| Just around the corner
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| Death is waiting for you
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| Faster and faster
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| You run through the snow
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| Poor little waif
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| You have nowhere to go
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| You think you’re having fun
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| But if you only knew
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| Just around the corner
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| Death is waiting for you
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| Faster and faster
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| You run through the snow
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| Poor little waif
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| You have nowhere to go
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| You think you’re having fun
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| But if you only knew
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| Just around the corner
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| Death is waiting for you
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| Faster and faster
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| You run through the snow
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| Poor little waif
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| You have nowhere to go
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| You think you’re having fun
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| But if you only knew
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| Just around the corner
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| Death is waiting for you
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| Faster and faster
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| Faster and faster |