"Mommy, there is a man in my closet,
And I don't like the way he stares
With eyes so cold and blue
Nothing but evil in his glare.

Mommy, he only likes to come out
So late into the night
That I can't be sure if this is a dream
Or an extension of real life!

Mommy, every time you go away
That's when this closet ghoul
Likes to come out and play -

He whispers secrets through the air
All things that I can't quite hear,
But I know the noise is there.

Mommy, there is a man in my closet,
And I can't help but be quite scared!"