Set low, but not underfoot
Standing on the hill
In their 5 story apartments
Spins exposed
But their guts still hidden
Tightly compacket, without a mine
For alone they'd be a colord pile.
Oh good Ms. Henten
Wise Lord Johnathen
Adventurous mother and son
Give life to them!
Sweet Nakajo
Give them love, warm our hearts
Dear grim Edgar
Give them chill, scare our dreams.
We love and hate
Treasure and fear you
So strong, but easily destroyed.
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