Please come in
Child’s in the oven
Would thou like a drink of
Hemlock tea?
Do sit down
How I love the sound
Of dinner’s screams,
They’re comforting me.

Stay a spell
I’ve stories to tell
While we sit by this
Basket of oils.
That a howl,
Or a stomach growl?
Perhaps my pets have
come for the spoils.

Drink up now
Oh nervous art thou?
No need for surely
Soon we will dine.
Rest assured
By fate thou art lured
To be fattened up
like the swine.