Miss Lucy had a baby,
His name was Damien
She put him in the bathtub,
To see if he could swim
He drank up all the water,
He ate up all the soap!
He tried to eat the bathtub,
But it wouldn’t go down his throat!
Miss Lucy called the doctor!
Miss Lucy called the nurse!
Miss Lucy called the Lady,
With the Alligator Purse!
In came the doctor,
In came the nurse,
In came the Lady,
With the Alligator Purse!
“Mumps,” said the doctor.
“Measles,” said the nurse.
“Satan!” cried the Lady,
With the Alligator purse.
“Penicillin,” said the Doctor.
“Castor Oil,” said the Nurse.
“Exorcism!” said the Lady,
With the Alligator Purse.
The doctor had a feeling,
He caught sudden chill.
Downstairs to fetch his jacket
He took a fatal spill.
“It’s plain to me, Miss Lucy,
It’s obvious, sweet nurse.
This child has no illness,
This child is a curse.”
“Nonsense!” cried his mother,
“Hold on!” called the nurse,
“Before you make your judgement,
Let me examine him first.”
His heartbeat is erratic,
His breathing could be worse.
He may not be demonic,
He may just need his nurse!”
She locked eyes with the child,
She saw him give a glare.
Her throat was quickly closing
She struggled to draw air.
“Told you so, Miss Lucy,
You must not meet his stare,
Avoid his wandering glances,
The devil is in there!
Damien’s killed the doctor,
Damien’s killed the nurse,
Damien will not kill me,
For I will kill him first!”
“Stop!” cried Miss Lucy.
Her movement was too slow,
The ‘gator resurrected,
And snapped on Lucy’s toe.
The Lady drew a dagger.
Before his tricks could start,
She took hold of the child,
And drove it through his heart.
“It’s finished now, Miss Lucy,
No reason to feel woe.
Your child was monster,
Be glad to see him go!”
I feel horrible even posting this, so. Yeah.