Nite-Nite, Children

Ain’t no monsters under my bed
None in the closet
There is no reason to be afraid
Not a thing to really cause it

Then why am I pulling up the sheets
Hiding up under my blanket?
Refusing to hang a leg down low
Where a rat might want to munch it?

It’s dark in here; much too dim
To see the creeping shadow
Then I hear the sounds of scritchy-scratch
As it scurries hunched and down-low

I got both eyes glued shut tight
My fists knot up the cover
Teeth are grit as I hear it spit
Then I feel a something hover

The bed shakes -- I get the quakes
I’m touchy as a blister
Than a snort identifies the sound
It’s my mean little sister