There was a miss who had a crucifix right in the middle of her forehead.
When she was nice, she was very, very nice.
But when she was mean, she was horrid.
One night, the miss dreamed up a dream that was rather gruesome and wild.
She then awoke and let her feet soak in the spilt blood of her child.
Her spouse then asked her what had happened; she said she had no choice.
Her husband then knew what had happened, as that voice was not her voice.
Out, he ran, in panic and fear, as she followed him and was getting near.
Then into the church he ran, as quickly as a human humanly can
He genuflected at the alter for help, and thought he was safe and sound
But let a yelp of panic once he saw that he had already been found
By the miss with a crucifix right in the middle of her forehead.