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It's late at night and I lay in the dark

Thinking about all things that are just a bit scary

Witches and spells and ghouls on a lark

And big monsters that are tall and all hairy



They scare me so much I bury my head

And shake my poor bones till they're brittle

I wish I was brave and only instead

I didn't drool on my pillow with spittle



One day I'll be strong and I'll get along

But until then I hope the man in heaven

Watches over me and proves that I'm wrong

Because god knows that I'm only seven