There is a patch down Redford road

Away from many prying eyes
With ashen moss and heavy stones
Where spring's warmth ebbs and goes to die

When autumn sets and pumpkins glow
The children gather one and all
To form a ring within the rows
To speak his name and heed the call

A single drop of blood is let
To bring him forth and give him form
Before the late day sun is set
Mr. Manen rests reborn

With out-thrust hands the children reach
as Manen lifts his wooden pail
Each of them will drop a sweet
And Manen will recite a tale