James Harris Poems
The Child's Protection
Little girl, little girl what did you see?
A thing of horror chasing after me
Little girl little girl were you not scared?
More than I thought I could possibly bear
He was a man about oh so high
I swear I came just to his thigh
I knew he was off, not quite right
I was chilled by him at first sight
He wore a hat that covered his gaze
And weaves lies like some kind of maze
The kind you can end up lost in for days
All things around him reeks and decays
He looks upon children with a sick grin
Like looking upon us is his kind of sin
The evil ...
You're not the person that you think you are,
Your light does not shine at all like a star.
You are quite cruel, quite petty and mean,
Your very presence to me is completely obscene.
To think that I once called you friend
My total trust in you could never bend
But that friendship was just one grand lie
How I just wish now you'd crawl off and die.