The man in the van

Drives as quietly as he can

Watching children play

On a warm summer day

The children play happily

Bouncing along

With their red rubber balls

And singing a song

Oh this, this is bliss!

The children smile

But someone is watching

All the while

The man in the van

With his mustache and glasses

Watches the children

All bunched in their masses

Looking for one, alone in the crowd

One who looks like they won't scream too loud

A blond little girl, about the age of seven

Having this girl, he thought, would be like Heaven

The man in the van

Drives around the block

As he approaches the girl

His doors unlock

He rolls down his window

"Well hello there, little girl!

Would you like a ride home?

We can go for a whirl!"

"Stranger danger!" She yells

And she starts to run

But the man in the van

Pulls out a gun

"Get in the car, now, before you get killed"

But she kept on running, she was very strong-willed!

The man in the van

Of course, had a plan

He was bigger and faster

And he also ran

Snatch! Catch!

The girl had no choice

She was grabbed by her hair

And a rag stopped her voice

The girl kicked at the man

Kicked, screamed, and fought

But hard as she tried

It was all for naught

The man in the van drove away from the park

For minutes? Hours? The sky was now dark

He drove into a field and took her out

Told her he'd kill her mommy if she were to shout

The man in the van

Got his way on this night

And took the girl's life

Though she put up a fight

He sliced her! Diced her!

And cut out her eyes!

When the cops find her body

Oh, what a surprise!

The man in the van

Then went home to his wife

And his children who knew nothing

Of his sick double life

That girl wasn't his first and won't be his last

And if his family found out, they would all be aghast

So the man in the van put on a mask

Of the loving husband and father, a tiring task!

The worst part of this story?

Is not what you'd think

It's how many of these men

Are the same, and don't blink

They're your colleagues, your bosses,

Your family or friends

How many lives

Have they brought to their ends?

Dark wants, desires

Secrets and lies

You never really know anyone,

You should realize

Never say never

Because you never really know

How many "man in the van"s

You pass anywhere you go