Moth er said, “Straight a head!” Not to de lay Or be mis led.

I should have heed ed her ad vice...

But he seemed so nice.

And he showed me things, Man y beau ti ful things, That I had n’t thought to ex plore.

They were off my path, So I nev er had dared, I had been so care ful I nev er had cared.

And he made me feel ex cit ed— Well, ex cit ed and scared.

When he said, “Come in!” With that sick en ing grin, How could I know what was in store?

Once his teeth were bared, Though, I real ly got scared— Well, ex cit ed and scared.

But he drew me close And he swal lowed me down, Down a dark, slim y path Where lie se crets that I nev er want to know.

And when ev ’ry thing fa mil iar Seemed to dis ap pear for ev er, At the end of the path Was Gran ny once a gain.

So we lay in the dark Till you came and set us free, And you brought us to the light, And we’re back at the start.

And I know things now, Man y val ua ble things, That I had n’t known be fore:

Do not put your faith In a cape and a hood, They will not pro tect you The way that they should.

And take ex tra care with stran gers— E ven flow ers have their dan gers.

And though scar y is ex cit ing, Nice is dif f’rent than good.

Now I know: Don’t be scared.

Gran ny is right, Just be pre pared.

Is n’t it nice to know a lot?

And a lit tle bit not...