Miss Lucy Lou was a ghoul.
She dropped a clue which broke a rule,
she knew, she was dead, she was no fool.

She rose from her grave all stitched and bruised.
Her skin glowed white while her dress shown maroon.
She begged all who passed to look at the clue
from her death which had occurred too soon.

No one came to heed her call
for the clue which was her severed skull.
For Miss Lucy Lou thought someone would care
that she never wanted to pay life's fare.

For He set it up just like a dream
making sure to cut all the loose strings.
For He saw little Miss Lucy Lou
to be nothing more than a project or two.

He wrote her note; pinned it to her dress
and in a tree He hung his mess.
But no one cared that He was still loose,
running around with Miss Lucy Lou's noose.

So listen to little Miss Lucy Lou
who was only trying to give you a clue
She rose from her grave
But you will never know whose life she was trying to save.