Beyond the fence at the edge of town
the boy will be sent alone
he will have a shovel
a dog at his side
it will be night
It is time to dig the thing from the earth
to place the now naked skull upon the pole
dress it in its robe of white
the dog will whine
the boy will brush dirt from the eyes
It can see
can speak and run
it knows the dark districts and the light
it will come to your door
and sing to you
Well here we come innocent friends
to ask leave to ask leave
to ask leave to sing
When the horse is at your door
Punch will rap on the wood of your door
Judy will sweep along your walls
You will have to sing your denials
have to outwit the unburried spectre
it will come in
will dance in your fire
and take your food
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