THE BOGIE-MAN

I ‘Oh, mother dear, was that a whale?’ the baby porpoise said. ‘Now, hush, my Little Beautiful, it’s time you were in bed.’ ‘Or, mother, could it be a shark that gave me such a fright, Or was it just a phantasy that passes with the night?’ II ‘Now, hush, my Little Beautiful. If you don’t go to sleep, I’ll have to call the Bogie-Man, the Bogie of the Deep. Be good, or he will swallow you; his teeth are sharp and keen, He’s here, he’s there, he’s everywhere. That grisly Submarine!’