Now in a home
The crew had all landed
Floating out of his coffin
The Errch disbanded
Moving out with a flow
To return the children's treats
He did it so quietly
That you could hear their heartbeats
One last thing remained
Before heading into the night
A thank you of showing
A trickster of what's right
Errch reached into his pocket
With his pointy green claws
And pulled out a present
Not big, but just small