"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."