A single man, ragged and torn
Set out on a journey for bread
He'd never been full since the day he was born
and he would never until he was dead
A single day was all it took
for the man to find himself lost
he entered a village built round a brook
and asked what a lodging might cost
A single thought came to his mind
that he should find out where he was
on the search for bread he should stay aligned
but worry is not what a hungry man does
A single house stood by the well
in the center of the muted town
it was open for lodging from what he could tell
but all the blinds where down
A single step on the crooked stoop
and a cry came from the board
mice streamed from a dusty coop
and from the gutter beetles poured
A single frown lit on the hungry man's face
but no fright came to his heart
he though that this was quite the place
for his journey for bread to start
A single matress lay in the room
when he entered the darkened shack
as well as a bucket and a knotted broom
and the shadows that boiled black
A single second had he been asleep
when the town heard a defined crack
they ran to the house and inside they did peep
and there was blood among the black
A single man, now unfortunately dead
had made a journey grim
to find and eat some tasty bread
but the house had eaten him
Set out on a journey for bread
He'd never been full since the day he was born
and he would never until he was dead
A single day was all it took
for the man to find himself lost
he entered a village built round a brook
and asked what a lodging might cost
A single thought came to his mind
that he should find out where he was
on the search for bread he should stay aligned
but worry is not what a hungry man does
A single house stood by the well
in the center of the muted town
it was open for lodging from what he could tell
but all the blinds where down
A single step on the crooked stoop
and a cry came from the board
mice streamed from a dusty coop
and from the gutter beetles poured
A single frown lit on the hungry man's face
but no fright came to his heart
he though that this was quite the place
for his journey for bread to start
A single matress lay in the room
when he entered the darkened shack
as well as a bucket and a knotted broom
and the shadows that boiled black
A single second had he been asleep
when the town heard a defined crack
they ran to the house and inside they did peep
and there was blood among the black
A single man, now unfortunately dead
had made a journey grim
to find and eat some tasty bread
but the house had eaten him
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