In between the paving stones
There's nasty little cracks,
Where greedy monsters grab your feet
And turn your soul to wax.
They're hidden underneath the ground
They're hungry and they're mean,
And if they catch you then you know
You'll never more be seen.
So when you're walking upon the street
Be careful where you tread,
For if you wander out of line
You might just end up dead.