• Where is Steven, mommy? He can't play and I'm sad.
    You mustn't ask, my darling- Steven has been bad.
    Billy too, and Sally? Did they do something wrong?
    I'm afraid it's true, child- all your friends are gone.
    For every sin a child has, must be a punishment to bear.
    Your friends are now beyond our reach: trapped deep within his lair.
    Remeber always to behave, for sins he won't abide.
    He weilds a rusty, jagged blade, to cut out your insides.
    The lying little children, with souls selfish and small,
    Will find their wriggling tounges cut out, and nailed to his wall.
    And if they take what is not theirs, there can be no doubt
    He'll stretch their skin until it snaps, and all the blood drains out.
    The bullies with their spiteful wrath will find tourment as well.
    Soon he will strike them where they stand and drag then into hell.
    Child, you must obey your parents: do everything they say.
    Little ones who do otherwise, he tortures in the flames.
    Beatings cleanse the soul, they say, and that is what he'll do.
    If you don't control his anger, you'll feel his anger too.
    You are your brother's keeper, remember it always.
    Or else, the Bogeyman will chain you beneath the waves.
    And while good children live, bad ones cannot escape thier fate
    For once you hear his screeching wail, it's already too late.
    So do not aloud at night stay hidden in your bed.
    Or the Bogeyman from Silent Hill will come chop off your head.