There once was a lonely old man,
who went by the name of Stan.

He was not a man of good,
and was quite misunderstood.

His voice was eerie and shrill,
his presence was sure to chill.

Cringe-inducing was his face,
full of menace and distaste.

Fiendish tales he liked to tell,
to frighten kids with his spell.

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