The Bogeyman

In the desolate depths of a perilous place

the bogeyman lurks, with a snarl on his face.

Never dare, never dare to approach his dark lair

for he’s waiting . . . just waiting . . . to get you.

He skulks in the shadows, relentless and wild

in his search for a tender, delectable child.

With his steely sharp claws and his slavering jaws

oh he’s waiting . . . just waiting . . . to get you.

Many have entered his dreary domain

but not even one has been heard from again.

They no doubt made a feast for the butchering beast

and he’s waiting . . . just waiting . . . to get you.

In that sulphurous, sunless and sinister place

he’ll crumple your bones in his bogey embrace.

Never never go near if you hold your life dear,

for oh! . . . what he’ll do . . . when he gets you!