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“If you’re naughty, bad or wild,”
Said the mother to her child,
“The monster from beyond will come,
“With bulging eyes and orange tongue.”
“Even if you hide away,
“He’ll find you – and he’ll make you pay.
“He’ll drag you through the one-way door,
“Into dreadful Unit 4.
“Unit 4 is icy cold.”
“How do you know that?” “I’ve been told.
"I also know that in the night,
“The rats will come to gnaw and bite.”
The child then began to cry;
“Oh, Mummy, please don’t let me die.”
“Just you be good,” the mother said.
“And listen when it’s time for bed.
“Go upstairs now. I will follow.
“Don’t give me that look of sorrow.
“Hurry or they’ll come and find you.
“Don’t turn back – don’t look behind you.”
Terror on his pale face,
The mother’s son began his race
To get upstairs and into bed,
With thoughts of monsters in his head.
The mother, pleased to be alone
Was just about to use the phone.
But when she tried to move, she couldn’t.
Should she look back? No. She shouldn’t.
But she did. And what she saw
Was something no one saw before;
Dirty orange, pale, sickly,
Coiling round her ankles quickly.
This can’t be. It can’t be true.
But really she already knew.
So when it took her, harsh and quick
She didn’t scream or try to kick.
Through the one way door she vanished,
From our world forever banished.
“What a waste,” she softly said.
Then her eyes went dark and dead.
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