Mr. Sinister smiles—
At you—Lady, and drools—
And drips a bit from where
You'd guess, but would most fear.
He has made many plans:
Little trips for his hands.
And they all involve you.
Oh there's nothing to do—
But wait for him. He's there
You know, and he's like air:
He's everywhere you'd go.
He's got something to show
Just you. You won't like it.
