Clickety-click, there comes Debros and his stick
Hear a clickin’? Know Debros comes a-knockin’!
If snooting around you see a round man in suit
Wearing dirty boots, to boot and a shivering left foot.
Squirming like a toad, heaving, rasping, from his heavy load.
If upon a road, you smell – odours of a putrid rotten cell.
If you sense slimy hands, latch onto your back; and there: dwell.
AND a blood-curdling voice akin to plates breaking upon kitchen floors.
Know this: Debros will attack.
Clickety-click, Rickety-rick there go Debros and stick; Off to freeze another candle wick.
Written By Issa Dioume