Tone poem.
Let’s slip into the night
And wet our appetite
With things that just aren’t right
What thrills can we incite
A night to scare
What wasn’t there
It’s hardly fair
Look out beware
What thrills can we invite
Slipping into the night
To wet our appetite
We things that just aren’t right
To scare with flare
As people stare
We just don’t care
No time to spare
On jealous air
Look out beware
For our wet appetite
Is loose to plague the night
What thrills may we ignite
Just when you thought things right
Those unaware
That we are there
To slip into their night
They sense that things aren’t right
Declare despair
And then prepare
To wet your appetite
With thrills beyond delight
It just might scare
Look out beware
We settle into night
And feel at last all’s right
What thrill we did alight
To ease our appetite
For the night
Look out beware
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