The Town of Maltear


Stumbling through one foggy night
There! Such sore sight
In the town of Maltear
They say no no, nothing wrong here

Dancing shadows lead on
Well if you insist Mr. Pawn
The buildings were made of wax
So, so deathly I must relax

Well Mayor Kakos scuttling along
Won't you utter what is wrong?
What sickly sight you fear
No no, nothing wrong here

But here now look
What maggots spill your lips
Why you're a rotten crook!
Trying to give me a slip

I stepped along something sodden
Rotten rotten rotten!
But such lively city
Pretty pretty pretty!

I say Mr. Pawn
Just what is going on?
But he doesn't see
Eyes all rancid loyally

Well look now look
We're not a crook
This town of Maltear
No no, nothing wrong here

Off to west-side faker
To see the baker
Faces like silver!
Slimy shimmer shiver!

Greetings of crumbling
Baker Rotinn bumbling
One loaf festering pure
Sure to ravaging cure

Such delicacy in hand
Squirming and tanned
Intending me totter
Transform into a rotter!

Away and away I cry
Sterile shadows fly
Then he says most queer
No no, nothing wrong here

Such shadows ream the door
Crawl along pustular floor
Lilting, tilting and rush
The specters, they hush

Out they come from every nook
Why, every one is a crook!
So wholesome and mephitic
Soon I'll be sick

Welcome to the town of Maltear
No no, nothing wrong here
Spindly words creeping near
Chew my legs into fear