Wandering through the village streets one dark and dismal night,
I freeze in fear and almost faint before an awful sight,
A teacher from my careless youth I could've sworn was dead,
Emerging like a phantom from the foggy dew ahead.

He sneers and snarls on seeing me and snatches up his cane.
I turn to run, but soon I see the effort is in vain
There looms a second in the path and two more by his side,
Each practising his snickersnack and grinning evil-eyed.

"So, thought that you'd escaped us, did you, thought that you were free?"
 "Well, I'm afraid, my fine young friend, that that could never be."
 "We've kept our eyes on you, oh yes, we've seen what you have done."
"And now it's time to pay the price," "IT'S TIME TO HAVE SOME FUN."

The next I know their cool hard canes come down on my behind,
At first I think I've gone insane, I think I've lost my mind,
But as the pain intensifies, at last I know full well,
I'm dead, and their sadistic glee is my eternal hell."