Mr Peeler and his thousand butterflies
Mr. Peeler comes and goes
He does not walk, he simply flows
In through walls and up the stairs
Little kiddies, say your prayers
Go to bed when your parents say
Or youll be Mr. Peelers prey
You know those lids upon your eyes?
Hell make them into butterflies
Yes, a thousand butterflies follow him
But what they are is truly grim
These are the eyelids, lo and behold
Of the kiddies that didnt go to bed when theyre told.
So then the kids amongst this number
Can never sleep or doze or slumber
Theyre doomed to eternal endless wake
All due to theyre little night-time mistake
So, unless you want Mr. Peeler by your bed
With his fluttering butterflies on a thread,
Hush little children and go to sleep
And dont open your eyes, not even a peep.
