My mind goes wandering at this time of the lonely night I seem to think of all the things that cause me such fright Devils, demons, monsters from an old childhood dream Nasty things that will surely make me want to scream I shake and I shiver beneath the covers on my little bed Growing more frightened in my throbbing, exploding head Hearing sounds all through the house I try to fall asleep The things I see and hear begin to moan, groan and creep
Holding on to my cover I begin to see the morning sunlight Over, I am glad is this awful, scary, terrible, darken night Upon looking around my room I see there is nothing there Reaching for my teddy I suddenly realize I simply don't care.
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