What Thing Is This?
What thing is this, that, laid to rest
On my doorstep is oozing?
Now what to do with putrid goo,
A story so confusing.
This, this, a body dead,
It had the mind of my friend Ed.
Weird, weird, it's Asenath,
Ed's wife possessed by Ephraim!
He's in her body 'cause she stole Ed's:
With magic black she willed him.
Poor Ed, poor Ed, I shot him dead;
My bullets finally killed him.
Die, die, old Ephraim Waite,
You body stealing magician!
Weird, weird, this liquid corpse,
My friend, poor Edward Derby!