Jumbies are horrible, shadowy things.
They love the dark that nightfall brings.
They lurk in every spooky corner,
and even where the witches gather.
When they screech their chilling chorus
it’s so chilling, there’s nothing for us
but to pull the sheets over our heads,
stay close and trembling in our beds.
Our Mum, who is never ever afraid,
comes in, switches the lights on.
Surprise! Surprise! No jumbies there;
the bright lights made them disappear.