The Monster Under My Bed
When I was eight, or six, or ten,
(I really do not remember when)
I thought a monster, without a head,
Lived in my room, under my bed.
And when my mom would say goodnight
She always turned off my bedroom light
Which gave me such an awful fright
It is a wonder I ever slept through the night.
I was so scared, so full of dread
Of the monster living under my bed,
That horrible thing without a head,
Whose furry coat was scarlet-red.