Lost in the wicked wicked wild,
Fear the lions and beware child!
Fear the poison that sweetly kills,
Fear the flowers that it fills,
No trail will last, not a single true path,
Flee the forest filled with wrath.
Run as fast as you can dear child!
For the claws of raven will turn you blind.
The screech of owl will creep upon you,
No one last, no one lives, no matter who,
Trumpets and drums and all sounds so gay,
They will do nothing but lead you astray,
Then darkness will fall and you shall be pursued,
By the knights of Death who will hunt you as food.
Don't hide in caves upon the highest hill,
For the witch will find you, and cook you, she will.
Do not look back, don't turn around,
Don't scream don't shout if you're found.
'Tis my advice for you, it's the only best,
Now on your own peril, you can enter the forest.
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