by Shel Silverstein
"There are hungry monsters under my bed,
Growlin' at me 'cause they haven't been fed."
That's what Harry McGilly said.
His father just smiled and said,
"Ho-ho-ho, fraidy-cat Harry,
Monsters are just imaginary."
But Harry McGilly cried out all night,
"There are hungry monsters—I know I'm right."
So just to prove that Harry was silly,
Under the bed crawled Mr. McGilly.
Harry heard a "chomp," he heard a "slurp,"
He heard a "gulp," he heard a "burp."
And now little Harry sleeps sound in his bed,
'Cause there are no monsters, as father said.
(And if there are—well—they've been fed.)