Going down to Festival Park, just to see the sights
Neve know what you might see, It changes every night
Buskers, dancers, singers too, kids with faces painted
Pickpockets, con men and others who, live life by methods tainted
A hundred years ago or so the park was then donated
The family Billings, gave the land and their lovely gift was feted
Every year a party held in honour of the Billings
Until that time in fifty one, when the town had all those killings
No one in the town that year was safe while he was out there
He didn't pick just one set type, he didn't seem to care
Couples parked in cars at night at the far end of the park
It wasn't a safe place to be, especially after dark
Two men were found with bullet wounds, dead upon a bench
The Wylie boy was found because a dog had liked the stench
Yourng Tommy Wylie, 12 years old, was found behind the boat shed
The only thing to tie his case was the bullet in the head
The park though nice in daylight, at night became a veldt
Everyone was scared to death, that;s the way the whole town felt
A young man by the cenothaph and two more by the lake
The police had no clear suspect, they needed a mistake
The party at the park was stopped and other functions too
For the killer could be from this town, and who nobody knew
Eleven deaths in that dark summer put the town upon the map
Tourists would not visit, they would not come to his trap
The police were inundated with phone calls far and wide
People turning in everyone and making others hide
A task force was assembled, 30 cops from out of state
They had to find this killer before it was too late
While they interviewed the suspects the park had no events
You could go on through in daytime, but it still made one feel tense
The city added lighting to walkways and no luck
The only thing it added was taxes went up a buck
No other killings happened until that one in sixty two
It was just like all the others, so they thought that they knew who
Was back in town gone hunting, but there only was that one
A young man in his rambler, sitting drinking in the sun
The task force was abandoned back in fifty five
But after this last ******, they called back only five
This time it would be different, this time they'd get their man
Technolgy had changed alot, he'd be caught before he ran
A shell casing was found beside the wall down by the bridge
And it had a print upon it, they identified the ridge
Years ago they'd interviewed about three hundred men
But with this single ridge print, it was narrowed down to ten
Eight were dead and one left town, so with only one to find
A dragnet and a takedown plan were carefully designed
They knew that he'd be running if they called him back to talk
And they couldn't risk to lose him, or their whole case would walk
So with some misinformation printed in a column in the post
They hoped they flush their suspect, the one they wanted most
They said they'd made the capture, confessing every crime
They would take away his thunder, dropping hints on every crime
But, they would omit one last case, the one he started with
For this was information that they wanted him to give
It worked, he dropped a letter to the paper that same week
Threatening to strike again, and the first case he did leak
In his anger and his hurry he would leave another clue
They found another print to help them out and with this they had two
They swooped in and arrested a man of no abode
He lived in city missions he had no moral code
His capture freed the city from the monster in the park
It was now a place where you could go, and feel safe after dark
The festival committee for the city planned a fete
The victims of this monster, their lives they'd celebrate
A monument to those who died would be erected in their honor
And the whole thing would be organized by the Mayor...Mayor John B Connor
The names were read of each victim and then two minutes silence reigned
And a wreath for every family involved, these then were laid
New trees were planted for them all in a corner near a wall
And the park would schedule new events and brand new festivals
But, every year on this same day, on the tenth day of month ten
They would hold a special service for these women and these men
The park was now a joyous place, like it was meant to be
And if you're there, out by the wall...then you just might locate me.
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