She ìs the devil's kingdom
Of hellish demon spawn
Poison snakes of every kind
Slither 'cross her lawn

A wicked cold shape-shifting troll
Who takes on every guise
From an angel to a scorpion
Spreading filthy lies

A slimy fat and blood-dark leech
horrid as can be
To an old and grey‐green mold
Which cosied up to me

Now she has me in her sights
A red‐head vulture hungry
For a Christian heart to eat
They spawn in every country

Should she continue on the cursed course
She'll be terrified to find
That the trail will turn on her
And she will lose her mind.