Or if not yours, then the one down the hall.
Maybe your sister's. She's soundly asleep.
It's high off the ground? That's all right. I can leap.
Open your window. Let me inside.
I know all the dreams and the fears that you hide.
I know all the truths and the lies that you tell.
I know all your life. And your death I know well.
The things I could tell you! Just let me in.
Open your window. Then I'll begin.
Right after I visit your parents, of course.
You don't like them. They make you eat borscht.
And just to be fair, I'll visit your sister --
Be honest, now, dear -- you wouldn't miss her.
Open your window. The tales I will tell!
Of things you've not seen, of smells you've not smelled,
Of songs I've heard sung, of tall sails unfurled,
Of giants with great legs bestriding the world,
Of the blood that men spilled at the Battle of Boyne --
My tales are your payment. There's no richer coin.
And you'd see me, too. I'm something to see.
There's nothing you've seen that's as striking as me.
Open your window. It's all that I ask --
I promise you, child. I'll eat you last.