A crumbling churchyard, the sea and the moon;
The waves had gouged out grave and bone;
A man was walking, late and alone...
He approached the open gate,
creak,
There was a groan as deep as a lion roar,
groan,
Something ran passed as fast as a bat,
Tipper, Tapper, Tipper, Tapper,
Panting he tied to run home but a shiny
object attracted him,