Who are you to abuse child?
Who are you to do something so vile?
Who are you to hit, slap, hurt, with enjoying smile?
Who will do to you, your coming venful due?
Where do I look to add To you something bad?
For if a child you abuse, your body I will misuse
With no remorse, demise will be my course
So let me catch you and deliver one or two
So make my day, hurt a little one, and I will have my way
There will be a page highly stained with what of you remain
Break their little bones, take their tiny breath
But be sure to see me for your deserving death
If your sanity be lost, remember to me you pay the cost
Abuse a child no more less that stained page you be evermore
For in my book of vile you will hang ever painful for more that awhile