There's a giant under my bed," he said,
as I gently tucked him in.
"He's big and strong, and his breath's so bad,
no monster will mess with him."
"That's nice," I said, as I stroked his head
and reached to turn off the light.
What is that putrid odor I smell?
I thought with my kiss "good night."
From under the bed, a shaggy head
raised in the dark of the room--
A stinky, wet thing with drooling mouth
looked horrendous in the gloom.
My son sat up and patted the head,
and said with a smile of glee,
"It's wet outside and he has no home.
He's gonna live here with me!"
"I'm not afraid of the dark anymore.
There's no monster under my bed.
My giant dog will keep them away--
They wouldn't dare mess with "Fred!"
I smiled at my son, and looked at Fred,
then called to my husband, Jim.
"Honey," I said, "Tim has a surprise.
He wants you to tuck him in.
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