They tell me a boy died yesterday
his name had been Jack horrorway
they tell me that he was a good soul
that his death has left a gaping hole
they tell me he'd drowned
it wasn't in the same pond where his body was found
they tell me he'd been pushed off the hill
it's like the nursery rhyme without Gill
they tell me he just tumbled down
but he never met the ground
they tell me that someone drowned him in a well
and it's the same one which down his brother once fell
they tell me it's just a story
but sometimes the truth is quite gory
because I told them today
that I murdered Jack horrorway
