My mother use to tell me
That the creature was away.
Out past the distance,
On a vast holiday!
But I knew that she was lying,
And that the monster wasn’t gone.
And I always knew for certain,
That never was I wrong!
Lurking in the darkness,
Underneath my bed,
It waited for the moment,
To eat my bones like bread!
No! Alas! The beast was alive!
And would come to eat my toes,
But no, instead, I’d fight!
And I would defeat my foes.
