There is a house down the lane
Its crooked path keeping it from view
Leading through a vibrant garden
And that path is not meant for you

There is an old woman inside
Who says she can see your future
She waits within those crooked walls
and it is best for all that you never meet her

She used to leave, a long time ago
Offering fortunes, told in rhyme
The children all adored her so
Until she found three that had no more time

She wept in the street, children confused
She must be lying, they said
Soon their parents pulled them away
But dawn found those three children dead

She had only told them the truth
That she saw their unmet birthdays
but the town was mad with grief
and so she left and locked herself away

I visit her sometimes, in her garden
She smiles at me, quite satisfied
No matter what they say, she says
She saw the grim future and she did not lie

There is a house down the lane
its path is not meant for you
For if you visit and she sees your death
I will have to kill you too.