She wore white robes and her feet were bare

And silver dust & gold tinsel were in her hair

She had bright red lips and just-pinched cheeks

A spectacle to remember for the next few weeks



But of all the forsaken places to find her be

It was at Mister Killer's slaughter house you see

Where everything was drenched in fresh blood

And to avoid it you'd have to be a lucky sod



You'd never imagine someone as magical as her

Would even dare to take a step in there

So imagine how strange I thought her to be

Since she was at Mister Killer's you see



And in the midst of the slaughter house madness

On her face you won't find a trace of sadness

But you will see pearl shaped tears of golden ice

But well that really isn't such a surprise





For within the walls of the bloody gory place

You'd see the agony in the little critter's face

And I guess she prays for their poor little souls

And ask for forgiveness for Mister Killer's human faults