There once was a sweetly sparrow who sang a song he harrowed
about a beast who burrowed
deep in the cliffside.
She stepped upon the ledge
to grab the worm for eating
instead found to be treating
The beast to his first feeding
Dark on the inside.
So should your fingers reach an edge
that squiggles and wiggles instead
beware the beast that feels you move
For it will pull you into its groove
And rip and tear into your flesh until you will have met
the fate of sparrows bride.