• Somewhere in the midnight dawn,
    lost, but not forgotten,
    there is a tiny statue there,
    ignored but always seen.
    A tiny statue of a kit,
    a kit like you and me.
    And that kit is waiting,
    for someone to set it free.
    For somewhere in the midnight dawn,
    that kit had scrambled upon
    a little witchly girl,
    with bows and pretty little laces.
    But that girl turned out to be
    a horror nobody wanted to see,
    and there you go,
    the story of
    the tiny little kit.
    But somewhere in the midnight dawn,
    a dreary new horror grows,
    one that dwells inside that kit,
    but what will happen?...
    who knows?