[Narrator]
So, Annabella destroys her doll
Her beloved toy boy
And takes all the notes that she made and packs them away

Thus, Annabella vows that she
Won’t tell a soul so lonely
And, defeated, now she sadly creeps back to her lab

Thus, friends we bid adieu to
The first generation, but, don’t move
We’ve three more acts to get through, so come let’s ensue

The future beckons and won’t wait
The next generation’s on its way
Dead things and broken love stories for us await