The Child: A Granny Chapter 3 Song

Whose child is this born of some abyss
With such ghastly, festering skin?
Its hollow eyes and its piercing cries
Seem to summon some of its kin

Where could they have put my spouse?
Is he dead or locked in a cell?
I'll scour the whole dang house
While evading these fogies from Hell

The clock is ticking and I'm still missing
The keys for four of the locks
But I've been spotted and grampa's rotted
Old arms are strong as an ox

Quit shrieking, you crawling creep
Go away! I don't want you near!
Why won't you go to sleep?
I hear you, my dear

The fire's roaring and grampa's snoring
He's sleeping deep as the dead
But now the child is screaming wildly
Still, I'm one step ahead

Hush, child, your granny's here
This is just the chance that I need
Let's put this escape in gear
And get my man finally freed

I've got a plan, all we need's a can
Of explosive gas and some guns
With one good shot, we can blow the snot
Out of all three wretches at once

You wrangle the baby
While I find some fuel to ignite
One gambit and maybe
We can end this nightmare tonight

Let's skip all the chit-chat
All we've got's a single demand
We'll trade you this molerat
For that gun in your hand

That's how it came undone
All over Granny's gun
Down fell the elder one
And fate came to our aid!

Gas sprinkled across the floor
Pure fury with every pour
Sweet fire, the flames of war
But then a knock at the door