My best friend lives underneath my bed In my closet
Any place that’s dark
When all the lights are switched off he comes out to play
He jumps on my bed until I wake up and for a couple of hours the night is ours
We don’t like the day
There’s no shadows at night only darkness
Darkness and silence
In the still of the night there is so much to be done
We could make our own wall of china or plant money trees
We like money salad with ranch dressing!
But when all the fun is gone and done with, we both must rest
I tuck him in my laundry basket and give him losts of dirty socks to eat
He doesn’t fuss much
He knows the night always returns
So we both rest and spend our days watching the sun lower it’s lids
Go to bed Sun, so my fun can once more begin!