It’s not for the mere frail
this cautionary tale
of wicked yuletide fright
Do come inside
and sit hearthside
on this dark and snowy night
A chilling yarn from long before
in the glorious days of yore
At Christmastime, they all gather ‘round
to sing and dance and make merry
Those prone to mischief should be wary
They may vanish in the night nay a sound
Happiness is what St. Nick brings
and many wonderful new things
to all the good girls and boys most deserving
But if your name lands on the naughty list
you may just find coal, or here’s a cruel twist
a vile beast comes for you unnerving
Krampus is known as the holiday devil
when summoned it isn’t a time for revel
In the dead of night, he creeps into their room
holding a birch rod and a large burlap sack
tossed inside as their rear gets a whack
screaming, they’re swallowed into the gloom
Gone forever and sent straight to hell
never seen again or so I’ve heard tell
And all this because some children can’t behave
There’s a moral to learn as you knew there would
please heed my warning and strive to be good
or you’re off to Krampus’s lair as his new slave
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