Tell me a story
Sing me a song
Birds with no feathers
Moths six feet long
I’ll write you a poem
I’ll draw you a map
I’ll give you a skull
As a place for your hat
The flesh of your bones
Will melt when I tell
Of witches and demons
And bats out of hell
My tale may be gruesome,
A story of pain
But at least it’s your choice
To go down that old lane
So pull up a chair
Or sit tight in your bed
Snuggle down in your blankets
Perhaps hide your sweet head
But fear not my dear child
For each tale ends in laughter
With princes and crowns
And a happily-ever-after
sayTaïna 