.Out here in the pumpkinpatch beneath the dirt I hide
To kill unknowing farmers and to strip them of their hides
Such an unlikely place for atrocities of this kind
My secret slaughterhouse is here in the garden's where I thrive
[Bridge:]
The orange goblins speak to me in the night.
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