Poem times!!! I was thinking something along the lines of the cautionary folklore and oral stories/poems children recite...for good reason. To remind them of the things that go bump in the dark and the dangers of the world.

A Quickie!
Username:Woodlandnymph
Entry:

We do not walk by the old Oak tree
Whose limbs do crack and quiver

Nor skip by old man Willow
His branches snap and crack and reach

We hold our breath as we pass the Ash
Lest it be stolen away for good

When the moon is high and full we dare’nt
Stray down the path bathed in its light
For the wildwood is deep and treacherous
And the paths do twist at night

We do not walk by the old Oak tree
Whose limbs they want to tear us

Nor skip by old man Willow
He’ll drown you quick in the river below

We hold our breath as we pass the Ash
Our breath turns cold as death comes past

When the moon is high and full we dare’nt
Follow and run in the midnight sun
For the wildwood is deep and treacherous
And the paths do lead us to our plight