Ala bam a
LongJohn hears the cries of torment from,
the bottom of the stairs
The fateful time approaching,
as LongJohn joins them there.
There was no joy, no happiness,
the place was filled with gloom.
Resigned to fate, with haunted eyes,
They all await their doom!
It comes at last to everyone,
at early time or late,
Not fame, nor wealth, nor royalty,
shall save them from their fate!
The grown men sigh, the children cry,
Their bravery now fails,
They sob and beg and stamp their feet,
but all to no avail.
Seen clearly through the half closed door;
The instruments of torture waits,
For all the victim's woe.
LongJohn's name is called,
He bravely heeds the call,
No faint heart, the chamber waits,
His grit will show them all!
No moan or groan shall pass his lips,
no tears form in his eyes,
He shall not fear or hesitate,
Nor ask the reason why.
A friendly and disarming smile,
belies his chilling trade.
It takes but a few moments now,
until the mould is made.
With the impression finished then,
LongJohn leaves the room,
And he'll pick up his brand new teeth,