The Stroller Lady
(Mysterious, dramatic, minor key)

Verse 1
When the daylight fills the street,
No one hears her silent feet.
She appears without a sound…
Then another stroller’s gone.

Eyes are watching… none can tell,
Where she came from, where she fell.
Rolling shadows, cold and slow…
She’s already down the road.

Chorus
🎵 Whoa… beware the Stroller Lady…
She comes softly, calm as can be.
One quick glance, one quiet smile,
Then she’s vanished down the aisle.

Whoa… the wheels keep turning on…
By the time you look, she’s gone.
In Meadowood they all now say…
“Lock your stroller… she’s on her way.”

Verse 2
Broad daylight, no mask, no chase,
Just a calm and steady pace.
Every camera caught the scene…
Like a ghost that slipped between.

Neighbors whisper, stories grow,
Which way did the stroller go?
Every sidewalk, every lane…
Will she strike again?

Final Chorus
🎵 Whoa… beware the Stroller Lady…
Silent, steady, strangely shady.
Every parent knows the tale…
Every wheel leaves one more trail.

Whoa… listen for the rolling sound…
She could be in any town.
Until the mystery fades away…
The legend lives… of the Stroller Lady.