**In a castle, near a mountain
in his dark, dire paradigm
dwelled a Doctor, the concoctor
of the monster, Frankenstein.
In a house not of the living
where people used to dine
he found a head in a bed
for the monster, Frankenstein.
In a graveyard near his castle
where the sun refused to shine
he found some noses and some toeses
for his monster, Frankenstein.
And on this night there came a storm
where lightening struck a line
of his fusion with execution
there rose his Frankenstein.**