They slowly walked into the reptile room,
Determined to tell,
Dear Uncle Monty was in their minds, they were to say.
Stephano had followed,
Smirking in victory,
Why his evil plan has ended successfully.
Along the rows of reptiles,
Green, slimy and scaly.
The library was kept.
"Why don't you turn toward the nook?
Where your dear Montgomery lays?"
Stephano could have said.
But that was not what he and his treacherous plan wanted to have led.
Look at his pale, pale face.
His staring eyes…
His dead lifeless body.
Why dear children,
There isn't much to say.
I believe,
That Dr. Montgomery Montgomery has slept in that chair all night.
A sleep he would never awake from.
Because dear children, I believe he is dead,
No longer is there much to be said.
