scary, scary, bustle berry
walk the woods but do not tarry
you must go, go, go! and basket carry.
do not wait
or hesitate
but keep real close its familiar weight.
and if you spy his yellow eyes
feel his sharp, sharp teeth
or his smooth, smooth lies
do not look, do not believe
do not listen, he will deceive!
so walk quite fast, and hide your hair
he’s fond of red, like the cape you wear
and if he knows just what you bear
(the secrets in that basket there)
he will follow, follow, follow you most everywhere.
This is delightful. Made me grin with wicked pleasure.
Grinning with wicked pleasure is second only to wicked pleasure accompanied by grinning.