- Mr. SLY
I heard Mr. Sly is a very bad man,
He can fight with bare hands like no one else can!
He’ll gobble you up and your friends in a snap,
He’ll come while you’re sleeping so don’t take a nap.
His eyes are as red as the blood on his knife,
What I heard, is that he killed his own wife.
He’s mean and he’s nasty, no kindness is there,
And don’t even mention that lice in his hair.
Quick now, he’s coming! We must go inside,
We have to move faster, find somewhere to hide.
He thumps up the stairs as I peek out the door,
I can feel the vibrations that come from the floor.
My soul full of fear and my brain full of thoughts,
They all went away when I saw, Mr. Pots.
“Why are you here?” I asked with such wonder,
I told him to hide, “Quick, come on under!”
“Mr. Sly’s coming, he’ll murder us all!
I hear that he’s really awfully tall.”
“Oh little missy, you must become tame,
For I and the Sly are one in the same!”
“My house is so scary, my wife’s on a trip,
What have the kids done to make these words slip?”
“The children were mean! They gave me that name!
They called me a trickster, and they called me lame.”Oh so scary they called you lameeee
“Young girl, I’m not scary I’m rightfully kind,
Surely you see that, or you would be blind.”
“I see my mistake, I judged you unfair,
And so I won’t listen to them anywhere.”
“I know you are kind, I don’t care what I hear,
I will get to know you, and not cower in fear.”