Five Little Boys

Five little boys climbed a tree Perhaps they didn't heed of the banshee They still had time to flee She emerged out the dark with her face full of glee With a Panthers agility The lads looked at her amicably Without realizing the abnormality She heard a racket and veered back in confusion A girl came out a bush and gawked at the illusion She wailed at the phenomenon The witch lent a smile for she assumed it was her doing till she glanced into the girl's eyes and realized she wasn't looking at her but instead she was staring behind The croon twisted to see A sight she could never foresee For the boys were no longer sitting But dangling from the tree