If memory serves me correctly
I must have been about four
Left at home with grandmother
To watch and keep me safe

Being a child there’s something I said
Can’t quite rightly remember what
But she changed, demon possessed
With an axe she came chasing me

I fled for my life round the yard
With a banshees wail she gave chase
Had she caught me I would not be here
To write of this terrifying tale

Round and round for my life I ran
The axe whistled past my head
Thank God my father came home just then
To him for safety I fled

Now you might think this is a tale
But to the truth I’d gladly swear
Even now at sixty three
I remember like yesterday