They locked you up in darkness
And hid you from the day,
Your Grandpa and your brother,
And then they went away.
They'd planned out all your future;
In that you had no choice.
Your mother never held you;
You never heard her voice.
You called out to your father,
"All men do fear and hate me!
Pray take me to your bosom;
I'm Johnny Come Whateley!"
Copyright 1996 Stanley C. Sargent
First Appearance: Cthulhu Codex #8
First Online Appearance: The Innsmouth Archive 1997
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