Little ones please listen well
This is a story I must tell.
To help to keep your sanity
When walking past the old goat tree.
He knows when you have played it sneaky
And when you’ve acted awful cheeky.
He waits for you to walk on by
And watches with his beady eye.
You think you hear him call your name.
Asking if you will play a game.
The voice is one you might recognize
Like that mean ole bully that you despise.
Is he the one who chases you?
And makes you feel oh so blue?
He asks questions and you wonder why
You let that ole bully make you cry.
He tells you scary stories full of dread.
You think you might stay under your bed.
Just when you think you’re safe at home
He makes you venture off alone.
Now listen well, hear what I say
So you might live to play another day.
The old goat tree, stay clear of it
So you won’t be tempted to stop & sit.
It’s not the place for you to play
It’s not real good to walk that way.
Stay in your happy playground park
And never venture out after dark.
Little children hear me please
So you can live your life with ease.
This rule is good for both you and me
Stay away from the old goat tree.
a rhonda original© 2010
Something spooky – something to tell the kids around the campfire — scary stuff… read it only if you dare……………….
This was originally started to go with the image (below) but something else came to mind so I set it aside until today and I just now finished it.
Just a silly nursery rhyme I wrote. April 19th 2010
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