Under the Bed

monsters live under my bed
but they’re afraid of me
they come out when I’m not home
as to be sure that I won’t see

when dark sets in, they hurry back
they cower, creep and hide
at times I give them quite a scare
and let my leg drop down the side

I never hurt or scare them off
I never show my face
I want them there, ‘cause I don’t know
what else might take their place

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