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Yo, ho, ho, and a jar of formaldehyde
For these brains, six young men died
All lives ended by drops of cyanide

For all they struggled and all they tried
None could raise from where he lied
Their hands and feet were tightly tied

In a damp cellar the young men cried
With no where to go, no where to hide
They had no choices left, not even suicide

So there they passed, their lives denied
While their spent bodies slowly dried
And the activity of the brains did subside

Unto these men the doctor had lied
Told them of a test, they all complied
He said it was safe, an offer bona fide

All humane morals, the doctor defied
But to him these young brains were truly prized
So into the skulls the mad man pried

With a hacksaw, and only his eye as a guide
He grinned as the blade began to slide
For in his work this doctor took pride

Each brain was removed, and placed inside
A jar to which dry ice was applied
And frozen at negative thirty five

Six days, Six months, Six years went by
Six young men's brains would still reside
In Six glass jars beneath the earth outside

Packed in ice and set aside
In a box Six feet long and Six feet wide
And locked with a key only the doctor could provide

Hidden bodies in a place he'd spied
By a riverbank, where the hills subside
The whereabouts he would never confide

With no one his practice would coincide
So he lived the life of Jekyll and Hyde
At night he was evil, the day he was kind

And in his pleasure the doctor sighed
He could wait, his time he would bide
His ghastly secret he hid from his bride

And then by a turn of fate and a mudslide

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