I pray ye children to hear my warning Behaved all year you must remain. For the yuletide season draws near, and the Krampus is coming If you're lucky he'll only punish you with his whips and his chains. With one cloven hoof, and the foot of a man With horns like the Devil, and red eyes gleaming. Run little children, hide if you can For if he catches you in horror you'll be screaming. Believe me little children this is no bad dream If only you'd have listened, been good, and been kind. Things are most definitely as bad as they seem Maybe next time, you will your parents mind. Into his sack you...