Red Rum

'Red Rum, Red Rum'
the whole village shouted.
The bells were ringing, the chapel was weeping
the hope of living was all but doubted.
The children were dead, in stone cold beds
the horses all waiting to be mounted.
The carriages were rusty, worn from the rain
the village continued to go on and shouted
'Red Rum, Red Rum'

There was no hope left for the village, the child all dead
mothers wept, fathers cried, children continued to lay at rest.
The cemetery was full, the horses stomped their hooves
the air was cold, and soil freshly upturned
their gravestones made of fresh grooves.

The families stand mourning, blacks and blues their rainbow
the sun was ever-so bright.
The village was quiet for many days, no rain in sight
the grass stayed green, and the flowers were in bloom
a horrible start to Spring.

The beds were empty, the hearts were frozen
the mothers and fathers continued to die slowly.
The doctors were baffled, the priests were with fright
the town was lost, even in the light.

'Red Rum, Red Rum'
the children shouted with laughter, their parents no longer dead.
Sweet Sally Sue giggled and blushed with chubby pink cheeks
Lazy Luke simply yawned and went back to sleep.
The rest danced in circles, holding each others hands
the village was loud, and bustling with fun.
'Red Rum, Red Rum'
the village shouted with delight
and the old doctor awoke.

He looked out his window, the breeze a quiet yawn
the sun a glowing firefly, and smoke from warmth was a blanket.
The village was quiet, their were none dead
the doctor fell back into a rest, the moon slowly showing.

'Red Rum, Red Rum'
the trees started to blow.
'Red Rum, Red Rum'
the wind repeated with the animals
'Red Rum, Red Rum'
the children whispered in their dreams
'Red Rum, Red Rum'
the village began to shout!

The clock tower boomed,
the thunderclouds showed.
The whole town laid dead, under the moon.

'Murder' the earth screamed, but none heard it.