There with the dust bunnies he stays
Seldom from under there he strays
No one believes what for years I have said
A ghost lives under my bed
The closet door must be closed tight
It is so hard to be here at night
If they listen then everyone knows
A monster hangs out with my clothes
There is no way to fool me with disguise
The flowers on the wallpaper have eyes
And I know for certain that under the curtain
The spiders are working as spies
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