There once was an Old Lady that lived down the Lane

She didn't give a **** about what people would say

She would Cook and Bake and Feel full of joy

Until one Late Winter night.

Something didn't go quite right.

With a Clickity Clack

Her cats ran away

Neither did she know

She would never see day.

She forgot the Sweet cookies she left on the stove

And the warm Bread Loaf That would always grow.

Soon she Smelt burning and the house tumbled Down

Poor little Grandma could only Frown

And Now to this day her corpse shall stay

And chase away who ever would came.

Shed scare the caretakers

And Burn them to

And now they say if you go in her house On that cold winter night.

You might as well Pray with all your might.

You'll soon smell the fire That burned that Old Woman

And You'll just stand there. And Keep on cooking.