On a night dark and frightening,
With thunder and lightning,
And no sign of it brightening,
Came a knock on the door.
'Twas a man - mean and thin,
With a dark evil grin,
Who my father let in,
And he stood on our floor.
Said my father "Well met sir.
In truth you are wet, sir.
Some thing can I get, sir?"
But the man shook his head.
On our floor as he stood,
He pulled back his black hood,
And his voice chilled my blood,
As he eerily said:
"I've come from the bold school,
The do-as-you're-told school,
The damp-dark-and-cold school,
Where the wind whistles through.
The can't-misbehave school,
The cradle-to-grave school,
The make-you-my-slave school,
And I've come here for YOU!!"
And just at the moment, as quick as can be,
The man's crooked finger was pointed at ME!
I cowered and stumbled,
As he followed and grumbled,
And shortly I tumbled,
And started to whine.
"You've not been a good boy!
Or done what you should, boy!
Fetch your bag and your hood, boy!
For now you are MINE!"
"Oh no, sir! Not me, sir!
I'm good as can be, sir!
Oh please can't you see, sir!
I'm longing to stay!
You have to believe, sir!
I don't wish to leave sir!
Please grant me reprieve, sir!
Don't take me away!"
As the stranger strode toward me,
His frame towered o'er me,
He stood there before me,
And this he conferred:
I'll have you removed, boy
Unless you have proved, boy
Your ways have improved, boy
Now give me your word!
This man was the sum of my very worst fears,
And I swore I’d be good through the cries and the tears.
As I lay there, defeated,
The stranger retreated,
And softly repeated,
With eyes burning bright.
"I hope you will learn, boy,
This chance you must earn, boy.
Don't make me return, boy!"
And he left in the night…
I had somehow been spared from my destiny's kiss,
And I've been a good boy from that day to this.