Monster in my Cupboard
The shadows dark, when I, a child
Slept, or rather when I tried
And creaks and groans of ancient timbers
Would have caused some out in fear to have cried.
But we said that in the cupboard
There was no monster there at all
But the ghost of the last man who did live
Who by the name of “Babser” we did call.
And creaks and groans throughout the night
As timbers expanded and contracted
What fright! What fun with stories told
To friends from them we extracted!