Stabby's Poem

When grown ups say,

“Don’t play in the woods,”

They're not being spoilsports

They’re being so good.

For they know what’s there

They know who hides

They’ve seen the shadows

They’ve heard the cries

So that when they say

“Be home when sun sets,”

They know the secrets

Of how the wood gets

When the moon strikes the trees

A creature will rise

And perish the small one

Who looks into their eyes

They want to protect you

As their parents did

So back to your bedroom

And make sure your hid

For Stabby is calling

His chorus is loud

Sung by the wind

As it blows through a crowd

He’s been here forever

As old as the hills

And he wants to find you

And wishes you ills

So parents are careful

And check you in bed

They know if you’re missing

You might lose you head