Hark children, what do you hear?
A door that doth creak swinging,
Surely it is just the wind,
Causing it’s eerie singing.
See children, what do you see?
A witch with an evil eye,
Oh, that’s just the neighbor woman,
Whose day didn’t go quite right,
Think children, what do you think?
Peacefully outdoors playing,
For all of these wicked thoughts,
Are in your imagination.
The sun is out, the sky is blue,
Surely nothing can happen to you,
Everything will be alright,
With mommy and daddy standing by.
All this is just a fantasy,
A vision of what could never be,
But merely lives inside your head,
Or is lurking underneath your bed.