The Chase

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Leaves of green turn shades of red

When naughty children leave their beds

Hear my warning as a plea

For breaking rules there'll be a fee

"What kind of fee?" You dare to ask

  Just know that you are not up for the task

Of running from the boogeyman

Or hiding like a shaky lamb

Under some covers or between the trees

Remember to Him the chase is a tease

A taste that could bring Him to His knees

Be careful and tread lightly

If you run fast enough He might leave

You alone.

Never throw a starving dog a bone.

Giving just enough to make it salivate

What do we expect when it retaliates

By biting us down to our marrow

And after that bite they read us like tarot.

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