Happy

He’s the cause pain and fright He’s what haunt’s you in the night, Happy is what happy does Happy kills kids with a muzz, In his house far retired Puts on his masks with eyes on fire, His nose so red and smile grim Hacks the bodies limb from limb, The smell of death and walls of mud Pleases Happy smeared in blood, He travels with the circus round To bring to you a Happy town.