Don’t Stay Out Tonight

When all the little candy-seekers go to bed,

When the town is quiet, the lights are dead,

I go out in the street, and take a little walk,

My footsteps dulled like they're covered in chalk.

All creatures flee before my stride,

Along the darkened streets I glide,

Searching for stragglers, who fear not the night,

Who don't move quickly enough from my sight.