There once was a boy with a friend who lived outside
He’d come to the boys window at night and smile so wide
He’d whisper he wanted him to come out and play
But the boy would complain he had school the next day
The weekend came and there were no more excuses
The boy snuck out out his window while his parents were snoozing
The friend said he had a fort in the woods
But the boy was worried, didn’t know if he should
But the friend convinced him, and off they went
And walked until they came across a broken down tent
The two went inside and the boy never came out
The parents woke up the next morning with screams and shouts
Their little boy was gone, vanished with no trace
The police received letters, laughing in their face
The parents wished they had listened to the boy when he told them about his new outside friend
They thought it was his imagination and play and the boy was just making pretend
10 years later, they received their last letter, with a note that provided some hope
They walked to the place where the tent once stood, there was now a man hanging by rope
With an arrow on his shirt pointing down to the ground so they dug until they pulled something out
The shovel hit something and the man looked down and gave out a dreadful shout
It was later they found out what happened to the boy and my it was oh so wrong
He was buried alive 60 feet from his house and had been there all along