Sweet child sleep now or else

Sleep now sweet child for the things that eat and dance and shriek come out at night, with their sharp teeth and eagle talons, and their large furry bodies, enough to give you a fright. Sleep now sweet child for things that scare come out after the Sun has gone and before the break of the dawn. They dance among the dew and on the banshee call, from the Spring through the fall. And when the nights get cold, they migrate to the South where they can be oh so bold, go out and about without being molested by the snow and the wind. Sleep now sweet child for those monsters with their lips blood red, and hair let lose like Medusa's dread, growl and tarry, ready to pick you off and away they will carry. To the lands unseen and unheard of, and sweet child, you will never be seen again.