There’s a hairy scary monster
That sits upon my bed.
I’ve told him he’d be better off
By joining you instead.
I’ve tried my best to drive him out -
I’ve told him he must go -
But if you’ve ideas that I have missed,
I’d really like to know.
Should I pretend he isn’t there
Or show him I don’t care?
Or should I show my bravest face
And say: 'You’ll never scare?'
I think I know what I will do
But do you think it’s kind?
I’ll send him to my Granny’s house.
I don’t think Gran will mind.
This hairy scary monster will
To Granny seem SO sweet
And in the night she’ll be quite pleased
To have him warm her feet.
They’ll both become the best of friends
And my worries be no more,
And, with my bedroom to myself,
I'll be happier for sure!
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