The Thing In The Attic

The Thing in the Attic
Neither Goddess or God
It snorts and it grunts
And smells rather odd

We never go up there
We leave it alone
It frightens us nightly
It's low steady moan

They said it was haunted
We didn't believe
We thought what we wanted
Our selves we deceived

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