"There's a good child," Mother said,

"Take this tonic and head right to bed."

Tucked in and warm, prepared to sleep,

A noise was heard, a click and a creep.

"Mother, Mother, there's a monster under my bed!"

"Go slumber Dear, it's all in your head."

Mother ignored Young Johnny's plea;

Independence from childhood, that was the key.


When Mother went to wake Johnny for school,

All she saw were red sheets on the carpet, crumpled in a drying pool.

She looked under the bed

And found only poor Johnny's head.

"Oh well," sighed dearest Mommy,

"I still have my other son, Young Tommy."