They're very, very dead, you know.
They died a zillion years ago. . . .
But whether they're alive or dead,
there's one that hides beneath my bed.
His teeth are huge. He has big scales.
His toenails are as sharp as nails.
I hear him breathe. I hear him snore.
I hear him gnash his teeth and roar.
My mother says, "Look here, my dear,
there's absolutely nothing here!"
He's getting very hungry now. . . .
He'll have to get a meal somehow.
My father says, "There's nothing there.
There's absolutely nothing there!"
But in the morning they will see
absolutely nothing
left of me!
~ Ranger Rick
Be back later. :-)