JE-CRAWLIN-HOVAH!

I live in a little place we used to call Factorytown.
One word. No breathing inbetween.

I lived with a boy called Tom.
I called him Cat mostly. And he called me mouse.
We used to run through the streets looking for food and bits of old books.
They burnt them mostly; they don't know how to read.

It's pretty cold there.
The girls dance in the streets for money.
While the men work in the factories.

So.

WELCOME TO FACTORYTOWN.
YOU'LL NEVER SLEEP AGAIN.
I love the night time.