Soul Merchant
Down on the cornerThere's a small quaint shop
With a little old man
Named Mr. G in charge
He has all kinds of things
For sale in the little store
Lots of clay, wigs and other
Odds and ends on display
It's almost like a doll shop
Where one can choose
How the doll will look and
What it will wear and so on
As for Mr. G, he seems nice
Always smiling with a twinkle
In his eyes and on his heart
At the ready to help whomever comes in
When asked what his biggest seller is
He always says that he gets alot of
Orders for human souls
Something he never runs out of
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