Out the
children went to play,
In the
playground a sunfilled day,
And sitting
lonely on a swing,
Was a
strange and thoughtful thing.
-How are
you? asked a lad,
Because the
creature looked so sad
It eyed
him, and gave him a smile
A smirk so
sweet, and yet so vile.
-I am fine,
my young sir,
or almost
so, if you prefer.
I am
hungry, my dear boy
But little
children are my joy.
Evening
descended, their parents calling,
To come on
in as night was falling.
The swings
in the wind, just the same,
----But
their children never came
-Lyx