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 he had comes straight from within
My fear of him, I know not where to begin
He asked me for things and would not take 'No'
So I did strike him in that place down below
He gasped for some air as I ran through the snow
Now I must pray he did not try follow
Now I feel as if I am eternally stalked
Everyone I have told this to has balked
Even my parents by them I am mocked
Now the door to my room is forever locked
Little girl, little girl that's quite a tale
I'll be sure to tell it throughout the dale
Little girl, little girl I can hear you cry
The sound only little girls make as they die
Old man, old man I knew it was you
I knew our little game was not through
So open this door if you want your kind of fun
And see my justice through the barrel of this gun
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Powerful! How sad that this poem is a reality for children...