The duchess helps the hare

[ * instructions do not sing not for voice* ] [instrument: broken carousel box, detuned calliope tones] [tempo: 48bpm, irregular pulse] [key: A minor] [fx: metallic scrape, warped pitch, reverse echo, distant clanks] [melody: A4-E5-F#4 | D5-B4-A4 | E4-G#4-B3 | C5-C#5-B4 (staggered)] [rhythm: staggered waltz 3/4 with skips and drag] [ambience: faint child laughter reversed, wooden groan, spinning chain noise] [ * End instructions* ] [Music starts] Heat the pan till the iron bleeds red, Clean the wound so you won’t be dead. It was off with your leg, so now instead— We stitch you back with thread . On with your head, but not too fast, You’ll need your mind if this pain should last. I boiled the thread in poppy tea, So you can scream more quietly. (I boiled the thread in poppy tea, So you can scream more quietly.) The Queen may carve, the Queen may claim, But I remember your real name. You’re not just meat on silver plate— You're something worse, and your cycles late. [Calm female // announcement// Sweet voice] That's right dear little ones will soon be here So.. Let her eat what she thinks she won, We’ve work to do before we’re done. Dream of fire, and dream of bone, You will walk far—but not alone. [FX:TICK TOCK TICK TOCK] So hush now, child, and grip my hand— We’ll burn it shut, just like we planned. The Duchess sings, the flames will bite, But stitched in fear, you’ll last the night. [FX: The sizzle of burning meat // szzzzzsssssss!!] [**SCREAMING!!!!**PAIN!!!!] "AGHHHGGAAASASSS!!!!" [END]