Take a rest
Mr. Scientist
Your experiments
Will be there in the morning
There is lightning and thunder
Something lurking in the mist
Take a rest
Mrs. Novelist
Your memoirs
Won't suffer lack of dreaming
There is lightning and thunder
Something glimmers through the mist
Who could it be
What's that out there
Whose shoes are these
Oh, what a scare
Who could it be
What's that out there
Whose shoes are these
Oh, what a scare
Take a rest
All ye specialists
Lest the Basilisk
Unleashes death and hellfire