By Bob Kemp
Careful with that axe, Eugene,
Don't let it split your shin.
You are mad and very sick;
Don't let it fall again.
Don't take it near the dog.
Don't you bash your brain.
You know you killed the pesky cat;
you diced it in the rain.
You've been to Salem once,
Don't want to go again.
They shock you with electricity;
and make you, oh, so sane.
So be careful with that axe.
You never want to fall.
Or bleed great pools of crimson blood;
and die right in the hall.
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