I only wish the story ended at teatime We'd had so much fun that day But there was something I saw I told my family But they didn't believe me anyway Out from the kitchen window, Over by the brook I saw a figure dressed all In black I saw it kneel, as though it was mourning It stood up and faded away, never coming back I told my family to look But they didn't see it So it didn't exist; It was just the overactive imagination Of their eight year old kid I went out the following morning Back out to the brook Now I wish I hadn't I should never have looked There was someone kneeling nearby I approached the kneeling figure I screamed when I realised what it was I ran to Mrs Hart to tell her what happened - What happened to her daughter I'd found Megan that day, her lungs were full of water My best friend wouldn't do that She couldn't in the brook I know what did it to her But even if I told you now No-one would believe me