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A monster moves beneath a bed
And fills a little lad with dread.
Its shadow creeps upon the walls
Until for help the young boy calls.
Soon someone comes and flips the light
And thereby puts an end to fright.
No monster shadows or nightmare bad
Can hope to match the young boy’s dad.