In this quiet southern county
Sits a quiet little street
On this quiet little street
Sits a quiet house.

This house is quiet
But has not always been

One day a lady runs out
Screaming “he is killing us!”
She means her son
Her young son Arthur

Ever since that day
The house has been quiet
When people die
Carried out quietly

He never leaves
That quiet house
Arthur “Boo” Radley

Curious children attempt
To make him leave
That quiet house

As it sits there
Without a sound
Without a sight
Without a light

But none but one
Little scout finch
Could make him leave

The quiet house
On this quiet little street
In this quiet southern county