There’s a zombie under my bed
He’s definitely not dead
His shadow is black
I’m just looking at my back

His face is red
He is still under my bed
My mom is playing a game
Trust me, it’s very lame

Oh, let’s worry about a zombie under my bed
I’m tempted to live in my shed
So please hurry up mum
Are you nearly done?

Please give me a lend
Or it’s going to be the end
I heard something yelp!
Someone, please help!