I know who and what do you want me to be:
The one with the gloves,
Who scaresall the toughs;
The one with a pebble,
Who scweezes the lemon;
The tall one with torch,
Who looks in your window;
The small one with eyes
Made of glittering ice...
I am tall, I am small,
I am scary and gloom.
My eyes of ice will shine in your eyes,
And make your doom gloom.
My hands in gloves will take a pebble
And scweeze out the green lemon,
Will grab a torch and say: Boo!
Through your window.
The one with
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