The Figure in the Tree

Swaying in the breeze Hanging from the tall, tall tree A figured Clothed all in black No! Don’t look! Or he’ll attack! He’s the thing That goes bump in the night That causes the weak To die of fright. You just looked Didn’t you? Just to see It’s alright now He had you marked. What about me? Oh no, don’t worry. You see, years ago In your place was me. And now I am The thing in the tree.