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The Homicidal Librarian that hated it When Books were LateMrs. Morder was the one personNot to upset Bring a book in late And pain is what you get A librarian she was Almost not human But say it to her face and You'll never speak again Once a boy named Ralf Did not return his book He cannot see no more His eyes is what she took The brave principal Knew he had to stop her He had to save the kids From her fiery anger Mrs. Morder was easily tricked And trapped inside the cellar The sprinklers came on and she was crushed Under the rising water Mrs. Morder was in fact a witch She would kill her victorious rival The building collapsed And killed the poor principal The beast was dead The students were happy They got a new librarian Whose manners were not as snappy | |
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