.Mr.Anonymous.

Mr. Anonymous comes and goes
He does not walk, he simply flows
In through walls and up the stairs
Little kiddies, say your prayers

Go to bed when your parents say
Or you’ll be Mr. Anonomyous's’ prey
You know those lids upon your eyes?
He’ll make them into butterflies

Yes, a thousand butterflies follow him
But what they are is truly grim
These are the eyelids,  So behold
Of the kiddies that didn’t go to bed when they’re told.

So then the kids amongst this number
Can never sleep or doze or slumber
They’re doomed to eternal endless wake
All due to they’re little night time mistake

So, unless you want Mr. Anonymous by your bed
With his fluttering butterflies suspended on a thread
Hush little children and go to sleep
And don’t open your eyes, not even a peep.