Midnight

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The moon shines at the dead of night,

Children terrified.

When the ghosts and the demons,

Dirty old witches and seamen,

They are out to get you, the old people say,

They'll snatch you up right where you lay,

But then they vanish right before day.

If you are roaming in the small hours,

You'll be found and devoured.

Don't stay awake,

Or they'll eat you like devils food cake.

If you are bad,

It makes them so mad.

Dont try to struggle,

They don't even stumble.

Just be good,

Like a little kid should.

Be nice and be kind,

Or it's you they will find.

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