Hello mother, hello father.
I'm your dearest Bellwether.
In case you're wondering...i'm in prison.
Prison is really quite depressing.
I'm hoping that i'll get out if they let me.

This place gives me the willies.
It's dark and really chilly.
I am not at all a sinner.
I can't stand the slop they make us eat for dinner.

I am depressed by this, deeply and truly.
I think my inmates, have it in for me.
I get a bad case of night-terrors.
Oh why oh why won't they leave me be?

Now I know this does scare me.
Cause all the innmates - they're all predators.
Things are getting really scary.
If I go missing please organize a searching party.

Take me home, oh mother, father.
Take me home, I don't like prison.
Don't leave me here in jail.

Where I might get attacked by predators.

Take me home, I'm really begging you.
I want to go back to the place I love.
Please don't make me stay, no way.
I don't want to be in here all day.

Dearest father, dearest mother.
How are things going for ya?
I really am hoping they'll release me.
If not...tell those predators to leave me be.

Wait a minute, I hear footsteps.
Is someone coming to bail me?
No, no...it's not - i'm afraid.
Sadly things will not get any better.