| It came in the evening. It came in the night. A smile so sinister, A motive not right. It ran across carpet And tiptoed across wood. It slipped through shadows Like nothing ever should. Its eyes were so hollow. Its heart was so dark. Its voice could kill With a single remark. The gloom is its home. The darkness gives might. It thrives to find you sleeping And give you a fright. But light is its weakness, Shining so bright. I’m protected in my sleep By the powerful night light! |