Here it comes, the Yellow September Beast
 With roars and hisses and belching of smoke
While swallowing children, its curbside feast,
 Then rumbles away with dread to evoke;
But what of the children?  See their faces
 As the Beast grumbles at those left behind;
Their eyes fill with terror of strange places
 With every rattle or metallic grind.
But fear not, dear mothers, safety awaits
 When the Beast arrives at the classroom door
And persuades the children with open gate
 To become a bit smarter than before.

 So remember as it roars 'round the bend,
  The Yellow September Beast is our friend.