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Grandma warned me when I went |
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To stay with her a time |
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That I best be to my manners |
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Lest I soon would find |
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Someone sneaking past my window |
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From the green elm stand |
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Someone dark and dusty, dirty, |
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Called The Boogeyman |
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On his shoulder, brown and lumpy |
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Gritty gunny sack |
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Into which he stuffed bad children |
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Carried on his back |
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Questioned not I Grandma's warning |
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Knowing no child can |
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Hide in safety under covers |
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From The Boogeyman |
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Late at night as I lay sleeping |
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From the shadows near |
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I would often hear him creeping |
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Causing me such fear |
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Through my window, down the alley |
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Sometimes I'd pretend |
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I could see him in the elm stand |
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Big bad Boogeyman |
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The Boogeyman
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