There is a shack,

Not far from here,

That houses some secrets,

So horrific,

So perplexing,

That you would jump out of your pants right here.

It is at the end of The River Hay,

If you don’t find it,

Don’t be in dismay,

As you are lucky you didn’t find it anyway.

The forest high,

The rock pools low.

What will happen?

I don’t know.

The shack is a mystery,

As it has history,

Moreover, I never lie.