Nursery Rhyme of Auntie Ida
Beware, beware, the Mist Wood at night
When the sun will set and steal the daylight
Auntie will come, her gnarled stick clicks and clacks
As she crawls out her hovel, with large burlap sacks
To catch little children, she’ll hide in the glade
Away children fade, a price must be paid
Home lies behind them, a foul kitchen ahead
They should be in bed, but the Mistwood they tread
O why son and daughter, did you not behave
Away children fade, the price has been paid
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