Into the woods of decadence
There leads a trail of bread-crumbs

Out past the shrubbery, so dense'
A snare for foolish dumb dumbs

A web of trickery, deceit
Deep in this twining maze

With warning signals, so discreet
That never seem to faze

Onward, these follies, journey on
Into the bunk of sin

Treading that aisle of dreams' forgone
To not be seen again

Roving the woodlands, there are girls
With bushy, red-fox tails

Be wary of the poisonous vile
They carry in their nails

There's also centaurs trotting round
Half maiden, and half horse

Be careful of their kicking hooves
They'll punt you off the course

Ghouls and goblins lie in wait
By trees with golden apples

They'll club you, if you take the bait
Then twist you like a snapple

Flying monkeys, they patrol
There just beyond the ridge

Oh, also there are viscous trolls
That hide under a bridge

If that don't get you, then you feel
That you have made it free

Be cautious of banana peels
And wails of the Banshee

Oh.. by the way, a giant owl
With elongated talons

She limbers down, and swoops you up
Then, spills your blood in gallons

And if you make it by all those
You come upon a house

With hyperactive, twitching nose
In front's a large dormouse

A house, coated with luring sweets
Of licorice and fudge

A deadly ruse , with cold deciet
The house of evil grudge

Inside it lives an ugly witch
Who stacks a heap of dead corpses

She has a giant pot in which
She stirs the vilest courses

From giant rats, to giant bats
Consists her daily diet

From little elves, to man themselves
No one can just pass by it

Anyways, the point's in fact
Don't end up on her table

You'll end up just another snack's
The moral of this fable