know who and what do you want me to be:

The one with the gloves,
Who scaresall the toughs;

The one with a pebble,
Who scweezes the lemon;

The tall one with torch,
Who looks in your window;

The small one with eyes
Made of glittering ice...


I am tall, I am small,
I am scary and gloom.

My eyes of ice will shine in your eyes,
And make your doom gloom.

My hands in gloves will take a pebble
And scweeze out the green lemon,
Will grab a torch and say: Boo!
Through your window.