Banshee's Lullaby

Cerian Cantwr

All is quiet in the night,
No one here feels fear or fright.
No impending doom in sight.
Why does this seem not quite right?

There is silence on the moor.
What does it mean? What is it for?
When the banshee wails no more,
I guess its throat is very sore.

Sleep comes easy to the righteous,
When there is no wail to fright us.
Could the banshee have bronchitis,
influenza, or laryngitis?

Now, this muteness does not mock us,
Nor is silence meant to shock us.
For the cry that's rather raucous,
Has been stopped by streptococcus.

Soon enough the banshee's willin'
And your heart with fear is fillin'.
For its cry is once more chillin'
Thanks to a dose of penicillan.

Now a wail does chill the night.
Folk are filled with fear and fright.
Impending doom's just out of sight
Now that the banshee feels all right.

© 2010 Charles Grab

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