“Come little children, I'll take thee away / Into a land of enchantment / Come little children, the times come to play / Here in my garden of magic.”
More from Mick Garris
“Winnie: Why was I cursed with such idiots sisters? Sarah: Just lucky I guess.”
“I smell children!”
“I suggest we form a calming circle.”
“Oh, look. Another glorious morning. Makes me sick!”