Never told Nursery Rhymes

Mister Dockery

You'll find all manner of dreadful things,

if you go into the bog.

You'll hear all manner of nasty sounds,

if you knock on a rotten log.

But there's one place,

above the rest,

do not seek out

his filthy nest

for Mister Dockery will find you first.

You must not play in the meadow, child

not morning, eve or night.

You mustn't go running behind the trees,

you must never leave my sight,

for if you cross

those set-out bounds,

you'll find you've walked

into his grounds,

then Mister Dockery will have you there.

Do not go into the forest,

you must never cross the mark.

He'll sniff you out with his long white nose,

he'll spot you in the dark.

And scammer, skitter,

slide and hop,

he'll set out and

he will not stop,

and Mister Dockery will find you soon.

You'll hear the pattering of his feet,

traversing the forest floor,

and scraping around the broad tree trunks,

you'll spot his curvy claw.

And poking out

behind the brush,

you'll see him bidding you to hush,

and Mister Dockery drags you away.