Once there was an old lady
Who looked like my grandma maybe
Every night
She’d take a bite
Of children’s toes
And a nose
If it’s past your bedtime
And you hear a chime
It’s old Mrs. Creet
Looking for something to eat
Don’t let her catch you
Awake or she’ll chew
Your toes and maybe your nose
So hurry and doze
Off to deep sleep
And as you count sheep
Out will creep
Old Mrs. Creet