the monster under your bed

even if you don't have space under your bed....it is still there.

the monster under your bed

he likes to snack upon your dreams

and if you remember when you arise

the monster has failed his job

but do not feel troubled the monseter will surley try it again

the next time you sleep he will go in deep

and steal your dream from your head

oh how tasty they are and how happy is he

when he stole away my dreams from me

 

The End

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