| Did I make a grave mistake?
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| I don’t know what to do.
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| Heart is racing; |
| who’s she chasing?
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| Is it me or you?
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| Hush now, quiet!
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| Close nearby, it’s
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| Heading right this way.
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| Piercing eyes and
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| Fangs the size of
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| Knife blades built to slay.
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| (Don't hide from Mama, she knows where you are)
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| Come on, hurry!
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| Aren’t you worried?
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| Mama’s come to play!
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| (Don't run from Mama! You won’t get too far!)
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| Palms are sweating,
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| Brow is getting
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| Damp with perspirant fear.
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| Hands are shaking,
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| Why’s this taking so long?
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| Mama’s here!
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| The pitter and patter of feet!
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| You cannot elude me, my sweet!
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| No, don’t do this!
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| Please pull through this!
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| I can’t charge you now…
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| What’s that scraping?
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| No escaping!
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| Must you be awkwardly loud?
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| (All the children tried to hide, but Mama could not be defied.)
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| (Turn the page and hear the tale of Mama’s talking Tattletail.)
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| Terror, Trauma, No More Mama!
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| Terror, Trauma, No More Mama!
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| Terror, Trauma, No More Mama!
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| (No more running.)
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| Terror, Trauma, No More Mama!
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| (Mama's coming!) |