Little Molly was sweet, and innocent too
But she should never have done what you’ll see her do
Though she didn’t know, the lesson still stands,
she should never have gone with Mr Popanz
Late evening it was, when Popanz came along
Her mother was weak, yet her father was strong
Molly ran from the conflict, from her father’s hands,
but could not escape the grasp of Mr Popanz
She ran down the road, alone and afraid
When she tired and stopped, she panted and said
“Help me I’m lost, I don’t know where I am!”
Then who would appear but Mr Popanz
Tall he was, and thin as twig.
He was garbed in a suit, plum colored and big.
His skin was pale, and with his long, bony hands
He stroked Molly’s hair, that man Mr. Popanz
His eyes were a deep, and yet still bright blue
When he blinked though, they were another candy like hue
Red, blue, green, colors from all lands
Could appear on the eyes of Mr Popanz
Said he “Little Girl, maybe I could help.”
When he bent down to Molly, you may think she’d have yelped
But she was calm, and shook his hand.
Shook hands she did with Mr Popanz
From his pocket, old Popanz produced
An apple, sweet and full of juice
He held it out to her, and from his hands
Molly took the apple from Mr Popanz
“Thank you sir, can you help me” Molly asked, glad to not be alone
“I’ve lost my way and can’t find my way home.”
“I’ll help you” said he, “Come with me and I’ll do what I can
To find your way home” said Mr Popanz
He stretched out his hand for Molly to take.
Molly took it, a grave, grave mistake.
He kept his promise, but there were still demands
That Molly would soon get from Mr Popanz
As Molly ran back to her parents she cried,
She was so glad that Popanz hadn’t lied
But only days later, would return in the sands
Of the sandbox in her yard but Mr Popanz
“A pleasure Molly, to see you again.
If you don’t mind my asking, how have you been?
I’d love to know you’re happy, and have no demands.
No demands, none for Mr Popanz!”
“Thank you so much for guiding me back here mister.” She replied
“But there’s a problem you can’t help me with” she said, and almost cried.
“Please tell me what ails you!” Popanz cried, feigning shock “I’ll understand!”
“Please tell of your troubles to Mr Popanz!”
“Well.” Molly started “Papa yells at Mama and hits her too.
I wish it would end, that they’d get along, and Papa would be good.”
“I’m afraid I can’t do that, but I think there’s something I can”
And here, she should not have listened to Mr Popanz
“What can you do sir?” she asked him curiously
“I can take you to my home!” He said seriously
“Come with me, your parents will
understand!
Come with me! Take the hand of Mr Popanz!”
“I don’t know if I can sir.” Molly said
“I can’t really leave my Mama and Papa behind.” she said bowing her head.
“Nonsense! I’m sure they’ll understand!
If they loved you, they’d be out here!” Said Mr Popanz
“Come with me, and your guardian will never bicker!
Come with me, and your diet will get even thicker!
You’ll never be lonely, for there are others on my land.
Other children who’ve come with me, Mr Popanz!”
Hesitant, Molly eventually agreed.
“I’ll come with you, if that’s what we need.”
Her mistake was great, as she took his hand
Took the hand, she did, of Mr Popanz
Then he grinned, a grin a bit too wide for his face.
And the point of his teeth was rather out of place
He stood up tall and said as they ran
“Come along with me, come with Mr Popanz!”
“Where did Molly go?” everyone worried
The whole town looked, they searched, they hurried
But no one found Molly, as some understand
Because she went with Mr Popanz
Her parents grieved, her father wept
Her mother soon departed, found with just a note left
Private sleuths are still searching, as her family commands
But they’ll never find Molly and Mr Popanz
Little Molly was sweet, and innocent too
But she should never have done what you’ve seen her do
Though she didn’t know, the lesson still stands,
she should never have gone with Mr Popanz