E is for Erick, went walking one noon.
In forest he saw a little racoon.
He chased it around and tripped over a stone
It was then he realised he wouldn't get home.
He fell into a pit about ten foot deep.
And quite soon he began to weep.
As the madman shovelled dirt in, over his head.
And sooner or later, young Erick was dead.
F is for Frank, an unfortunate boy.
Was six, he sat playing, with his knight toy.
There should be a warning, 'Beware sharp points!'
As the small child, twisted the knight's joints.
He loved the toy's sword, he got a closer look.
But maybe too close, 'cause the sword it took,
His eye straight out, it dug into his brain.
The death was so quick, he felt no pain.
G is for Greg, never knew that he died.
For when he passed, he was inside,
His mother's womb, before he was born.
So there wasn't even a baby to mourn.
You see the mother, she liked to smoke,
And one day, she started to choke.
When she was found dead the father went wild.
Not only was she, but so was the child.
H is for Heather, a curious girl.
Her eyes were light blue, her hair with a curl.
She was exploring, near where she resided.
She saw an old building, and then she decided,
To take a look, inside the old tomb,
Little did she know that very soon,
She'd be trapped inside with no way out.
Nobody could her her shout.