Ring, ring, the bells are ringing.
The people are singing, frolicking through the summer.
The children are leaving.
Through the wonder.
The day, is today.
Children are leaving.
People ponder.
Yonder, what the children seem to be.
The road is open.
Ready to outspoken.
Ring, ring, the bells are ringing.
People still ponder.
Ponder, and ponder, to what the children are going.
"Where are they going?", They ask.
The angels are singing
The people are singing.
The road is open.
Ready to cope.
The children are going.
To the road of yonder.
Hell is where they must go.
For the sins they must owe.
Send them to the guillotine.
Beheaded them for they must owe.
People pray for their sins.
Gins spread out around the pool of blood from the severed heads of the children.
The next day, more will come.
Ringing, ringing, the bells are ringing.