When Darkness Never Ends

Poem Number 19: Come to Me

Children, children
Come to me
Go sit down
And have some tea

Gingerbread
Line the walls,
In shapes of kids,
They play with balls

I make my bread
I let it leaven
But I won't bake
For I have no oven

I am not stupid
As they say,
They make up tales,
To stay away

Go and play,
Go and flounce,
But you are mice
And cats will pounce

My house is the oven
I'll burn it down
To kill more children
In fire they'll drown

So

Children, children
Come to me
But be careful
For dead you'll be