The Monsters  The monster under my bed  Is a better friend than
you  It listens always when I talk  And keeps my heart in two,
It fades away each morning  Returning only when the sun is
through,  Then continues to haunt me  With kindness that I never
knew.  The monsters from my nightmares  Will always be nicer
than you,  Leaving a small trail of pixie dust  To turn my life
askew.