Mwa Ha Ha
I’m not scared,
You can’t fool me.
That is you mommy
Under that sheet
You’re not a ghost.
I’m smarter than that
But I look like the one,
Who likes to count bats.
I hear your hilarious
Boos and woos.
I heard you almost tripping
On that sheet
As you walked upstairs.
But I am not going to get a nightmare
You’re funny.
You’re my mommy.
I made my on costume this year.
I know it is filled with fear.
Can’t wait till you see me.
I’m a gonna scare you
When you walk into my room
Here I am hiding behind the door
About to give the scariest roar
I ever made
When you see me in my costume
Your scary muscles will be in tune
Ta Da
I’m jumping from behind the door
In my dark room
With as much excitement as the
Count on Sesame Street
To give you a shriek
Here I am mom,
Mwa Ha Ha.
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