The Woods

Don’t make me go into the woods.
For they are scary and dark.
The trees look twisted for a start.
Don’t make me go into the woods, I plead.
Not alone for the path I cannot see.
I am only a small child,
Who sees what no one else can see.
These woods are too much for me.
Don’t make go into the woods
For I know not what I will encounter.
Please let’s go into the woods together
For I need your guiding hand with me now.

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