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,