She could feel the singing drawing closer, like it often did in the dark. She hated the song that she knew so well and tried so hard to forget. She wanted it to stop and leave her alone.  But it was her singing all along Beware beware of the RedMan's tale with the loudest cry and the pungent smell Make sure they dont see the colour red Like the nicest rose and the blood you bled Make sure you dont listen to the things they say Or you mig