Sleep little child before the Crikka man comes
Or he will steal you away to his spidery home
With a bag in one hand and a cane in the other
He will scoop you up swiftly from the warmth of your covers
And by the time that you scream
You will be far from your bed
And mummy and daddy will believe that you\'re dead
The Crikka man is tall and spindly thin
Hiding in the shadows of your darkest dreams
Always looking for the naughtiest child
The Crikka man watches with bright hungry eyes
So be a dutiful one and do as you\'re told
Listen to your parents, be good, brave and bold
Never a bad word should come from your mouth
Never disobey, scream, hit or shout
Because if you do the last thing you\'ll hear
Is the tap of his cane drawing so near
The hiss of his laugh will turn you to ice
And the grip of his hand will be tight like a vice
Then off you will go to the Crikka Man\'s lair
Never to be seen ever again
And the very last thing that you will unwillingly see
Is the Crikka man\'s mouth and the Crikka man\'s teeth