Chapter 3: Cathrine by the Sandrock!
Cathrine got run over by the Sandrock
Walking through the circus Christmas eve.
You can say there's no such thing as Quatre,
But as for me and Trowa, we believe.
She'd been drinkin' too much egg nog,
And we'd begged her not to go.
But she'd left without her daggers,
So she stumbled out the door into the snow.
When they found her Christmas mornin',
At the scene of the attack.
There were stomp prints on her forehead,
And incriminatin' scythe marks on her back.
Cathrine got run over by the Sandrock
Walking through the circus Christmas eve.
You can say there's no such thing as Quatre,
But as for me and Trowa, we believe.
Now were all so proud of Trowa,
He's been takin' this so well.
See him in there watchin' TV,
Drinkin' coke and playin' cards with Q an' me.
It's not Christmas without Cathrine.
All the crew's here dressed in black.
And we just can't help but wonder:
Should we open up her gifts or send them back?
Cathrine got run over by the Sandrock
Walking through the circus Christmas eve.
You can say there's no such thing as Quatre,
But as for me and Trowa, we believe.
Dani: 3 down, 2 to go!
Julz: Look out Dorothy, your next!