His grin stretched the folds of his pasty white cheeks And his lips hurled a dollop of murk on the curb And the lights from the rides showed a mischievious sparkle That flashed in his hollow eyed stare
He said "Little girl, you can chop off my legs And then peel off my socks if you want to. But I'd rather you took this old puppet from me That I hold in my pail as we speak."
And he stood looking down at the innocent girl And she stared at the bucket bewildered Till he lifted the doll for the young girl to see And a giant smile grew on his face She saw the doll's eyes and she couldn't resist! And she thanked the man quickly and ran to the church
