When you wake up
You should know
The whole night
I held your hand
The whole night
I counted your breaths
The whole night
I watched over you
And tomorrow
I’ll do it again
No I’m not
A psychopath
Or maybe I am

Little girls and little boys
Are more fun than all the toys
All they need is a sweet
They come running with their feet
I take them to my humble home
Where no adult’s allowed to come
That’s when all the fun begins
Their tears and cries, my evil grins

Take a giant black cauldron
Lit up with Hell’s fire
Then pour in cane toads’ poison
To your heart’s desire

Take the skin of a rattlesnake
Dipped in a lion’s blood
Next a mollusc you will take
Straight from your garden’s mud

Next will go a raven’s wing
Finely-chopped geckos’ tails
Then on top of everything
You add a bunch of snails

Mix them up at midnight
Stir them to a stink
When the pot turns green and bright
You’ll have the devil’s drink

Deep within this gloomy forest
Where no local or a tourist
Has dared to step or penetrate
Lives a ghost of Annie Plait

Hard to tell if it’s a rumour
That she was born with a tumour
It was her parents’ best belief
To kill her would be a great relief

When the day turned dark and mellow
They smothered her with a pillow
Not once did her parents hesitate
To kill the newborn Annie Plait

No remorse, no heart to mourn her
In this woods they found a corner
Dropped her corpse in a grave unclean
Then dashed back to their day routine

Every night the moon be seen
Cries are heard from deep within
Some claim they saw her levitate
The ghost of hapless Annie Plait

The moon is up and full and glistening
Quiet now! The winds are listening
Though some fools love adventure
Be careful now how far you venture

Tread with care and extreme caution
The night is mixed with dreary portion
Your courage is, you’ll find, inadequate
When you see the ghost of Annie Plait

Night is cold and night is wicked
The sun’s some songs away
The winds clack against the window
We’ve been asked to sit and play
We can’t go outside
Our playground’s occupied
By the zombies since Monday

If they ever see us breathing
They would come for our young flesh
I have also heard a story
That they ate my friends oh yes
Afraid to the core
Of opening the front door
Lest I end up in their stash

Hiding under my blanket
I can hear their howls and cries
Trying to sleep without anxiety
Unsuccessful tries
If they eat each other
Spare me and my mother
Wouldn’t that just feel so nice?

On a night dark and bleak
I buried the control-freak
If somebody should ask you
We’re playing Hide and Seek