The Big Bad Boogyman
He creeps, he crawls
He hides under the bed
See his shadow on the walls
But don't you turn your head
Quickly now under the sheet
Hide your eyes from his stare
Hold it now, slow your beat
It's not good to meet his glare
His eyes are red, his skin is green
He's got sharp razor claws
It's best to never be heard or seen
For he will attack your flaws
And he will drag you to spooky land
For he is the big bad boogyman
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