A sleep in my bed peaceful as can be,
when a voice was calling me.
I opened my eyes and saw only dark,
"I'm under your bed," he remarked.
I laid still hopin it was only a dream,
"I'm coming out now," he sounded mean.
I closed my eyes as he leaned over my bed,
I peeked and saw a little head.
He wasn't mean and he wasn't scary,
He was a little trasier named Larry.
With his big eyes he looked at me,
"I'm very frightened you see."
"I'm afraid of the dark and cant sleep,"
I said to him, you can always count sheep.
He looked down and simply shook his head,
"Here," I said."Hop in my bed."
He hopped in as happy as can be,
then he fell fast asleep.
I woke up and looked around,
but my little friend was nowhere to be found.
I looked in my closet and under my bed,
I even looked outside in my shed.
That night in my bed almost asleep,
the same voice was calling me.
I peeked and saw those big trasier eyes,
Those big eyes filled with promising lies.