From Keeper of the Sword

Uorugs will come and get you.
If you do not fall asleep,
They will open up your window,
Into your bedroom they will creep.
They will drag you to their dungeons.
Where you can only sit
And when you are quite fat enough
They will roast you on a spit.
They will grind your bones for butter.
Put your toes into their bread.
And when they have sucked out your eyes,
They will place lighted candles in your head.
So hush my little dumplings,
As you snuggle in your bed