THE BOGEY MEN

There are no ghosts in my house -
Only bogey men.
They lurk beneath the stairs,
They hide behind the doors
And when I'm in my bed at night,
They make the floorboards creek,
Stamp up and down the stairs,
Raid the fridge and on the walls
Scratch with their finger nails.

I know they're there all the time;
They never go away,
And though they hide when I'm awake,
I know at night they play.

The bogey men who share my house
Wait `til I'm asleep,
Then through my open mouth they creep,
And sometimes I can feel
Them playing with my tongue,
And kicking out my teeth.

The bogey men have staring eyes,
Their heads are full of tricks;
The bogey men mess with my mind -
To them it's just a game.