Nightmare On Elm Street
When we sleep we expect sweet dreams
The kind where we ride on moonbeams
Where everything is lovely and nice
Sweet dreams made of sugar and spice
So it was on Elm street that night
When children went to sleep expecting dreams of delight
Little did they know that Freddie would be there
To turn their dreams into their worst nightmares
He goes by the name of Freddie Kruger
And has claws as sharp as a cougar
Freddie has a disfigured face
On his head a brown fedora sits in place
He wears a striped sweater of green and red
And comes to steal your soul when you're asleep in bed
So the children wouldn't sleep at night
They were in a perpetual state of fright
But sooner or later some would nod off to sleep
And come the morning you wouldn't hear a peep
In the night they had screamed and screamed
But no one heard them, it was just a dream
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