Ms. Madeline Rose
You know she is mad..
Ms. Madeline Rose,
She walks through the forest,
On the tips of her toes.
You can’t have her heart..
Ms. Madeline Rose,
She lost it in the woods,
A shame, I suppose.
You must see she’s wicked..
Ms. Madeline Rose,
She hates all things happy,
White raven amongst crows.
You will heed my words..
Her mood is mercurial,
Her cravings are quiksilver,
She’ll bleed you, sing your burial.
I’ll tell you a secret,
A gift for your persistence,
Whispers in the mist,
An isolated instance.
I am Ms. Madeline Rose,
And now that you know,
I’m sure you will go...