I met a man whose heart was made of stone
Away down south, in gloomy Harper's Fen,
Who builds a monument himself alone.

I would have not engaged if I had known
His wicked deeds, his moral compass, when
I met a man whose heart was made of stone.

Eight feet the monstrous statue stood, full-grown,
Its visage hitherto unknown to men.
Who builds a monument himself alone?

"Why watch me so?" With deadened eyes and tone
He spoke. I should have fled right there and then!
I met a man whose heart was made of stone!

The body lacked an arm, just like his own.
"How strange you are. You, living in your den,
Who builds a monument himself alone."

"I make my masterpiece here bone by bone.
Your flesh will be my crowning, grand 'Amen!'"
I met a man whose heart was made of stone
Who builds a monument himself alone.