The darkened wood, in the midnight hour,

Stood in the midnight moon

And the old, old trees, with their woody arms,

Reach out to seal your doom.

The snow it snowed on the muddy ground

And caked it all in white

While the Numplong strides, its eyes all wide-

It is a terrible sight!

And you, my dear, are all alone

Trapped in the cold and dark

While the birds shriek and the Numplong hunts

As he runs through the park

And the last thing that you’ll ever see

As the Numplong’s arms reach out

Is the laughing trees and silver moon

That shines all round about.

So if you believe that you’ll never meet

The Numplong and his eyes

Then go into the woods at night –

But be prepared to be surprised!