When I was little I use to hate the night ,
Cause it's darkness brought out all the spooky things.
So my mom would bring me to the window and show me the moonlight ,
Accompany by a sweet song she would sing.
Yet it's hard to convince a child's mind to let go of it's fear ,
Of the monster living under my bed .
Perhaps my raggedy teddy bear ,
Or a big fluffy pillow under my tiny head .
Soon Mister sand man would show ,
His sleepy potion he'd sprinkle in the air.
Did the spooky's stop by I don't know ,
An soon I learned not to care.