Petunia

Princess Petunia, she rose in the night Her pink, frilly nightie billowing out A knock on the window, a rap, rap, rap, rap Had caused her to have a terrible fright. But just like those victims in those tales of horror She stupidly decided to open the window. In flew the count with his gleaming teeth bare Delighted to see such a pretty blood donor. He drank and he drank from her pretty white shoulder. Whist she was a swooning and sighing with pleasure. Two pints were enough to quench his great thirst As she wilted and wilted and had quite lost her colour. He looked most concerned as she swayed where he stood. " Have I taken too much? You know what I'm like." She replied with a sigh: " No, that's quite all right" Mama always tells me it's good to give blood."