Beware of the Boggarts they come in the night
To lure away travellers with flickering lights
Beware of the Boggarts, I’m telling you straight
They’re out in the darkness – they’re lying in wait
Beware of the Boggarts, come down from the moors
to peep through your windows and scratch at your doors
Beware of the Boggarts, my children, beware
They snap at your heels and they snatch at your hair
Beware of the Boggarts, they’re shape-shifters too
When you look in the mirror – are you looking at you?
Beware of the Boggarts, they’re out on the prowl
When darkness draws in and the wind starts to howl.
Beware of the Boggarts, with mutters and moans,
They’ll eat you for supper and spit out the bones.
Beware of the Boggarts, they stay in your head
And come out to play when you’re lying in bed
Beware of the Boggarts – take heed of my verse
Or that bump in the night might be something far worse…….
By Carole Odgen
And in the daytime they rest in Boggart Hole Clough.
Pauline Smith
Loved it. What fun.