When the night time comes, and it’s time to go to bed,
The lights go out, the quilt gets tucked,
then thoughts rush through my head.

Are there witches at the windows, monsters in my drawer,
is that a ghostly giant hand opening my door?

The black crow in the tree outside stares at me from his hole.
His black eyes seem to pierce mine, and stare into my soul.

I hear a noise beneath my bed, my heart begins to thump,
Now somethings crawling up my bed, a purring hairy lump.

The lump turns out to be my cat, we’ve had him from a stray,
That means he’s tough and now I’m safe, he’s chased them all away.