Don't believe the grown-ups,

When they tell you monsters aren't real.

They are. They're always hungry,

And they're looking for a meal.

They like to hide in closets

Or underneath your bed.

They're searching for a snack to eat—

(And I don't mean a loaf of bread.)

So when you ask if monsters exist

And they tell you there are none,

They aren't being truthful.

I know—because I am one!