Down in the Basement

"Down in the basement,

demons lie.

They'll make you hurt,

they'll make you cry."

Grandma told dear Claire

"Don't go downstairs,

there's demons there."

Claire listened to her,

Since she was old,

She did what she said,

She does what she's told.

But one day grandma left

and down in the basement

the demons kept.

But a song in the

middle of the night,

From down in the basement,

It gave Claire a fright.

"Little kitty, little kitty,"

the demons sang,

"Little lost cat."

It was a song quite strange.

Curiosity got the best of Claire,

and oh no!

She went downstairs.

And we all know

curiosity killed the cat,

but this story

doesn't end like that.

Quietly she crept down each stair,

To the fate that awaited

poor Claire.

Four men in a cage,

all looking quite strange.

Why, they were in a cell!

Grandma's deranged!

"Little kitty,

Who set you free?

Have you come down here,

to visit me?"

Towards her

a demon grinned.

He had dark hair,

and was pale skinned.

Another in the back spoke,

one who was quite tan

and had no scent of

a matured man.

"Have you brought us food?

We haven't had anything,

that old woman's screwed."

"That's my grandmother

you're talking about!"

Said Claire,

with a bit of a pout.

"She's starved us,

and locked us in this cage.

That woman is crazy,

driven mad with age."

One stated calmly back.

He was the one wih pale skin,