At night before I go to sleep
I check under my bed
For what you may ask
Well I can't say for sure
But he lies and waits for his victims
To get up out of bed
And walk across the cold floor
No more then a moment later
He grabs up and pulls you into
Complete darkness
I get scared of that kind of thing
Darkness, the fear of the unkown
I make sure every night before I go to bed
I look under my bed, to see if he's there
Waiting for me
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I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful 'Biography' at you … with your wit and under a bed to look is not terrible...