Down the creepy road,

She lived in the house

She had six children

But never a spouse

 

Under the rays of moonlight,

Beneath the beams of stars,

She crept outside

Wearing a raincoat, carrying a jar

 

She knelt on her knees and elbows

As she removed the jar from her coat

She captured a frog

Then penned a curious note

 

When she passed away

She left little behind

Six jars rested on bookshelf

Each tied with a card and signed