Run and play little one
In the pitch dark of the night
Jump on the swings
As they push themselves
Play tag by the trees
And ignore the creaks
And the whistles of the leaves
As they make a path
Leading you into the woods
Run down the path little one
To the little house
Where she lives
Deep in the forest
Where she plays
With her pots and her pans
Mixes her potions
And sings incantations
Near the graveyard where he lies
In a coffin in the ground
Go and wake him up little one
He won’t bite
But his teeth are quite sharp
Like the nails on his hand
Don’t touch his hands, little one
As he tell you tales
Of his seven brides
Don’t let him ask you to be his eighth
Just jump and run to that house, little one
With stained windows
And soggy floor boards.
Do you hear that?
Laughter from the room in the left wing
Weren’t you told not to go there
Don’t fall on stairs, they’re cracked
Or you fall, and fall, and fall
And maybe they’ll catch you
Or you’ll fall right through them
The moon is full tonight, little one
And howls cry through the night
Dark magic fills the air
And they rise through the ground
You wanna run around, and play
But don’t let them catch you,
Little one.