Stories told, in whispers cold, passed down from Pa to son,

Family – eternally, stalked by the evil one;

Hush! It’s best you’re silent lest his name disturbs the air,

Demon's ear can somehow hear and instantly – he’s there.

Dark and cruel, thin lips that drool, and eyes with emerald shine,

Evil hair and coma stare, what’s yours, he thinks, is mine;

Night or day, you’re easy prey, this monster can’t be burned,

Lock your doors or one of yours will never be returned.

O’er the years the countless tears that fall from this fiend’s dark sin,

Watch and wait – anticipate – and never let him in;

Go to ground when he’s around, you’ll hear the banshee wail,

Tremble, quake – for Heaven’s sake, and pray that you don’t fail.

Make the sign and undermine this creature from the crypt,

Far too long his siren’s song has wooed you, had you whipped;

Yesterday he had his way, another loved one lost,

Now’s the time, his heinous crime has counted too much cost.

Power drill, electric grill, firefighting pump and more!

Sander, wrench, entire work bench plus things you never saw!

Tubes of glue and ladders too, they now live in his shed,

Should you ask he’ll don a mask and borrow more instead.

Sell the home, forever roam in search of Hermit Bay?

Sadly, no you cannot go, the bank will have its way;

Lock the gate, it’s not too late, a sign in letters grand:

“Nothing lent or sold or sent and sorry – Neighbours Banned!”