At night I hear rustling Underneath my bed,
I hear it as I'm drifting
Into the land of nod.
I hold my breath
And listen hard
And there it goes again!
Is it just the rain and wind
Against my window pane?
But no! It's right beneath me!
It's louder now it seems
I hide beneath the covers,
To muffle up my screams.
When morning comes
And I decide to see what's going on
Beneath my bed's all quiet
The beast it seems is gone.
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