Letra de Autumn Term
Aish trees gave their keys, Yet none will set me free.The woody nightshade drooped her beads An' bade, Come feed on these.Look behind yourself, red eyed 'Gainst the wilder-mist to what you'll findI ascend three steps to hell. The school bus heaves up the hillThe sloey spears on Witches Mead Cussed, Come and lean on these!Look behind yourself, red eyed 'Gainst the wilder-mist to what you'll find