“Now! Erin, now! Erica, now! Michael, and Jon,
Come Christopher, Come Warren, Nick and Ron;
Come little ones! Get in my sack!
For you’ve all been naughty and you’ll never come back!”

His teeth so sharp that glistened in the light,
And his horns were long and he towered in height;
A bundle of children was flung on his back,
He looked like a peddler just opening his pack:

His eyes – red as blood! his claws sharp and to the point,
His hooves were strong, precise and would never disappoint
His sharp mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the chill in the air was as cold as the snow.