all the children testified that miss macbeth had a fish bone slide in her cobweb tresses her eyes were black as first foot coal clutched as white as chalk dust her fingers sweated india ink and poison pen letters there is a hungry hanging tree just below your bedroom window you can hear her take a broom to beat out a tattoo on the ceiling her bloodless face ran red inside but was she really evil was she only pantomime now the chalk on the wall says that somebody saves that somebody s face has just been washed off the pavement into a puzzle where petrol will be poisoned by rain miss macbeth saw her reflection as confetti bled it s colors down the drain and everyday she lives out another love song it s a tearful lament of somebody done wrong well how can you miss what you ve never possessed miss macbeth well we all should have known when the children paraded they portrayed her in their fairytales sprinkling deadly nightshade and as they tormented her she rose to the bait even a scapegoat must have someone to hate and everyday she lives out another love song you re up there enjoying yourself and i know it s wrong well how can you miss what you ve never possessed miss macbeth miss macbeth sometimes people are just what they appear to be with no redemption at all we try to walk upright when we can t even crawl  miss macbeth has a golliwog she chucks under the chin and she whispers to it tenderly then sticks it on a pin and it might be coincidence but a boy down the lane that she said went white as he could do then doubled over in pain and everyday she lives out another love song it s a tearful lament of somebody done wrong well how can you miss what you ve never possessed miss macbeth miss macbeth miss macbeth miss macbeth1