There is a tall,thin man who comes at night,
His eyes sunken deep and lips shrivelled thin,
Although, he doesn't mean to bring a fright,
Just take away bad dreams which convey with sin.
He scratches nightmares away from stars,
So no black clouds or mist cover their path,
His bones click while walking roads without cars,
His arms swinging like the shepherds old staff.
Love beats from his heart for young small children,
Like a father shouting his sons reward,
He leaves the house at just quarter past ten,
And looks left then takes five paces forward.
Protecting young children from dark bad dreams,
Loving, caring, with only little means.