My tumbly hurts,
my *** does too!
Perhaps I might go to the loo.
But up the stairs is dark and cold.
And scary worries take a hold.

Maybe something nasty's there?
To bite my feet and grab my hair.
Hiding in the shadows cast,
should I run up really fast?

No, I'll go back in the room,
Mum or Dad will be here soon.
If they won't go upstairs with me,
I'll wee behind Mum's big settee!