The children, they make fun of me
based upon my company.
The light, it's bright.
The sun you see.
burns him if he's out.
He said we'll laugh, that we will play.
Only at night, never in day.
and to no one I should ever say
about my company.
The others say he's in my head,
but if he's there, who's under my bed?
"Tonight? Dinner?" is what he said.
He would enjoy my company.
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