Goodnight sweetheart
While it's night not day
This is when the monsters
Start to come out and play
Tell them to go away
In your sweet little voice
And they'll wake mommy or grama
If they make any noise
Know they are listening
My sweet little one
And as long as they're worried
They won't try to have any fun
Tell them you're not scared
That you can go right to sleep
The monsters will think this is true
And then the monsters will not creep.
7/7/06
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Angelique I enjoyed every line, keep it up