the cozy town in which I dwell 

conceals a most sinister address 

a sense of fear they can not quell 

a fog of horror and distress

beneath the beautifully painted trees 

suspicious deeds they won’t confess 

shall taint the tranquil autumn breeze 

which floats with ever-gentle grace 

near the walls of fired brick that freeze 

many a child, putting tears upon every face 

as they stand in neat rows and await 

their daily admittance to that wicked place 

solemnly filing through the gate 

then trudging out in the afternoon 

lost in their eternally weary state 

in which escape should be a boon 

for those souls’ whole lives are but a line 

and kind proposals remain foolish ‘til June 

nobody hears these objections of mine 

as they have all found that routine 

was something which could work out fine 

one after another, they joined the machine 

vanishing into the haunting edifice 

at the end was I, not yet too keen 

on following, so I pondered it twice 

and at last entered the school as well 

but to explain my fears, the following lines shall suffice:

the cozy town in which I dwell 

conceals a most sinister address 

a sense of fear they can not quell 

a fog of horror and distress

beneath the beautifully painted trees 

suspicious deeds…