Perhaps a darker side of the fearie?

Take my hand little child of Eve

and dance with thee

Into the dark just follow me

through the woods and up the hill

past the old decrepit mill

We'll run and play till the dawn of day

the sun will come up and we will fall down;

arms spread wide I will say

Shall I sing a song?

Oh little child of Eve

why did you follow me

I'll feed you to the bees

and cut off your knees

Whilest I sing this song

what will go wrong

my little child of Eve

It's your fault you followed me.

 A little poem I made up a while ago. You would think that not all of the fae are nice and pure hearted. And who would be an easier target then a child? Its a bit disturbing but a fun poem to sing in the woods.