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There is a monster under my bed
I don't know his name so I just call him Fred

I  have seen him almost every night
He creeps out after I turn off the light

I'm not sure if he thinks he is being sly
Or maybe he is just a shy kind of guy

But he tries to hide in the shadowy spots
Yet he is hard to miss with those big bright red dots

And he rarely ever makes any noise
When he silently sits and plays with my toys

But it does send quite a shiver up my spine
When he quietly sings 'You Are My Sunshine'

I pretend I'm asleep but I'm sure that he knows
Because he smiles at me with his eyes all aglow

So I pull my covers up over my head very tight
And hope I can make it through the long night

And I really don't care what my momma said
Because there’s really a monster under my bed