Oh no the waves are coming, see them carry a quiet warning Lets drop the raft and row What is a family secret, if we can never get our feet wet Lucky for us there's a hole, in the boat Anita what a pretty circle Squeeze close your ghost stories, quote a verse if it stops your worrying But keep clear my throat How many children are you, I see three but that seems too few I could have sworn there were more maternity clothes Isn't it interesting how these things tend to grow Anita what a pretty circle Turn your head while you drown me in the water you are walking on Well your surviving daughter, has a taste for holy water You've made just the right kind of mold She's married big like you did, if we're lucky she'll have three kids But she'll never know how close to dispose Had she come before the plan arose Anita what a pretty circle