Five Years Old

When I first found out,

There was a monster under my bed,

There wasn't a doubt,

I was scared half to death.

I tried counting sheep,

And counting to ten.

I was still losing sleep,

When I thought again.

I could be dreaming,

Instead of wasting my time.

Monsters have no meaning,

And in the morning I'll be tired.

So instead of staying up and staying awake,

I'll remember I can sleep because monsters are fake!



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