The Boogeyman Is My Friend
Who watches me through my closet door at night?
I'm too scared to leave my bed to turn on the light.
With eyes of flames, he stares;
To glance back, no child ever dares.
So,over my head goes my blanket to hide me from his sight.
"Who are you," I whisper, "you, who hides behind the door?
You are a stranger to me, but I've seen you here before."
"I watch you as you sleep," he said,
"To make certain you are safe in bed,
But, you children are so afraid of me, I must hide behind the door.
But,I'm here to protect you, my little child friend,
From the top of night's beginning to the bottom of night's end."
So, I asked, "what name are you called,
And for a moment or two, he stalled.
"By children of the world," he said, "it is Boogeyman I'm called."
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