This poem is not of the merry kind,
His actions speak of a dark, twisted mind.
I do not know what time of day,
Should he decide to stalk his prey,
To do something of unspeakable crime,
He must be stopped, but is there time?
Understand of it, this is all I know:
He ran away; where did he go?
Supposed to go to mansion of Cranberford’s,
Do something horrid with matches and boards?
And to this evil plan that he’s devised,
You must stop him before it’s realized!