I vaguely recall as a small child a sort of nursery rhyme that was common around our house, often used at bedtime.
It was about a sort of friendly character who would make sure all the children where in their own beds ready for sleep by 8:00 PM. He went about the streets in a certain costume that was extremely reminiscent of, well of something now quite common on all the streets of pretty much all the world. Except these characters, if European news is to be believed at all, seem more interested in making sure your children are in different beds.
the real nightmare :
I’d like to see every one of these unwashed vagrants rounded up, horsewhipped and booted out of the country.