Over the wall...
Comes a bright, red ball.
I the ball up pick
And back over the wall I kick.
Over the wall...
A golden thing will fall.
I wish to keep it in my pocket
But I throw back that lovely locket.
Over the wall...
Goes a great big fire ball.
It lands and shatters.
Then everything clatters.
Over the wall...
A beautiful, dead body will fall.
And in her pocket...
A bright, red ball and a golden locket.
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