My brother took the flashlight
And cast shadows on his grin
And told me such a scary tale
I shook inside my skin.

A monster lives beneath my bed
Who in the night is creeping,
And likes to nibble on my toes,
If he sees that I am sleeping.

I think about his pointed ears
That twitch when I start dreaming,
And whose big bright yellow eyes
Would quickly have me screaming.

I think about his ragged tail
That twists around his claws,
And the rows and rows teeth
That line his clenching jaws.

All night he licks his lips until
The time has come to rise,
And he can munch his favorite feast
When I have closed my eyes.

These horrid thoughts I thought that night
Kept me from even blinking!
I begged my brother tell this tale,
My gosh, what was I thinking?

I clutched my blanket to my eyes
Which darted left and right
And then IT crawled up on my bed—
I nearly died in fright!

The monster simply sniffed my toes;
We smiled at one another,
Then he told most fright’ning tales
About my dear old brother!