(Edgar, brokenhearted, mopes around his family manor. He finds [bad word] through an old suitcase in the attic.) 

NARRATOR: 
The old [bad word] in the attic 
Where grandmother’s broken heart was tossed 
In a box with a ballet shoe 
And dead soldier’s cross 

The old [bad word] in the attic 
With the candlesticks your great uncle saved 
From the girl in the market 
Whose mother he once paid to go away 

The old [bad word] in the attic 
With a dress for a child but hardly worn 
Stained in a memory and tears 
For a name you’ll never learn 

The old [bad word] in the attic 
Where your grandfather’s glass eye lays to rest 
Your sweet aunt’s nostalgia 
And Annabella’s formula for raising up the dead 
Annabella’s formula for raising up the dead 
Clever mother Annabella with her clever head 
Annabella’s formula for raising up the dead