Raggedy, Raggedy,
Revenge for the tragedy,
Raggedy, O Raggedy,
It shall make all bleed.

Raggedy, Raggedy,
Killing 'cause the tragedy,
Raggedy, O Raggedy,
It comes, it takes, indeed.

When you think you're safe at night,
It makes its presence known.
It feeds on tears, it feeds on fright,
and comes to claim your own.

Bolted doors and windows shut,
Hoping, praying, for good luck,
but nothing halts the tragedy
that is the Raggedy.

^{*Inspirational Credit goes to Glen Gorewood*}