The Golden Rule -

On a cold winter night

With the moon big and bright

As the town lay asleep in their beds

Near the old rusted gate

By the side of the lake

Lay Mary with an axe in her head

In the morning they found

Her sad withered bones

Some children just walking to school

They screamed at the sight

In the strange morning light

And whispered the golden rule

Poor Mary Moore her short life is o’er

She will do unto them what they did to her

Then Mary did rise

Wiped the blood from her eyes

And told them to follow her lead

They got right in line

And they stumbled behind

For this girl they would do any deed

From house to stone house

They wandered about

And slaughtered whomever they’d see

Woman or man

Their mothers their dads

Without hesitation or grief

Poor Mary Moore her short life is o’er

She will do unto them what they did to her

Then Mary did grin

Took an axe in her hand

And chopped down the children like weeds

She had to be sure

So she murdered them all

‘Til the blood did pour through the streets

And I know you have seen

Like the haunt of a dream

This girl so fair and unclean

Teaching the youth

Forever the truth

This world is vicious and mean