What has become of Millicent Frastley?

Is there any hope that she is still alive?

Why haven't they found her?

It's rather ghastly to think the little child was not yet five.



What has become of Millicent Frastley?

Last seen alone playing at the edge of the park

There was no one with her to keep her from straying away

And she wandered off into the oncoming dark



A silent and glittering black motor drew up

To where she sat nibbling grass

And an arm with two elbows then held out a tin filled with cinnamon balls

And beckoned the youngster in



What has become of Millicent Frastley?

Old feelings of horror, resentment and pity

... things which so seldom turn out for the best

As the last of the light died out in the west,

The car unobserved sped away from the city



The Frastleys grew sick with apprehension

Which a heavy tea only increased

Though they felt it was scarcely genteel to mention the loss of the child

They phoned in the police



Police with their truncheons and notebooks descended

On the haunts of the underworld

In spite of their efforts, they ended with nothing

They could not find the girl



The car after hours and hours of travel

Arrived at a gate in an endless wall

It pulled up the drive and stopped on the gravel

At the foot of a vast and crumbling hall



... and hope started to languish

It soon was replaced by all manner of fear

The family twisted their fingers in anguish

And got them all damp with the flow of their tears



The child was removed to a ballroom whose hangings

And mirrors were streaked with a luminous slime

They lept through the air with their buzzings and twangings

To work themselves up to their ritual crime



They stung her and stripped off her garments and lastly

They sucked inside a kind of a pod

And then it was that little Millicent Frastley

Was sacrified to the Insect God



And then it was that little Millicent Frastley

Was sacrified to the Insect God