I used to be afraid of you,
heard you eat up girls and boys.
I didn’t want the lights turned out
and I was scared to play with toys.
Then Mommy asked you over.
She told me you’re just sad.
You have no one to play with
and you aren’t really bad.
You never come to dinner.
We still set a place for you,
a plate, a spoon, a glass for milk,
just in case you do.
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