And so the years they fly, a generation goes on by
And new faces, new places of New Albion arrive
The doll that Edgar brought back for Fay well sure enough
He’s Jasper, the same one that Annabelle herself called up
Edgar and Fay had a son, a young man who’s named Byron
And he’s inherited the Doll, his dear Jasper whom he loves
After years and years of folks bringing back their dead ones, droves
Of Dolls fill the city in streets slums and homes
Yes, there’s slums just full of dead, they don’t walk or talk instead
They’re like blank slates on which they’re friends and relatives project
The big subculture in these times is Voodoopunk and every night
Byron and Amelia are immersed and acolytes
The red haired dwarf’s son ran the mob for years and years but then
He was run out by 2 women and a brilliant mouse named Sam
The voodoopunks, to mock the world, for city mayor run a Doll
They show up at the rallies and attempt to rile the crowd