What's this thing in my bed
Under the sheet?
It jumped on my leg
As I started to sleep.
It's skinny and long
With fur on each end,
And it's shell is quite hard,
It surely won't bend.
I don't want to look,
I am really quite scared.
I don't want to move
Until it's ensnared.
Oh, what shall I do
And where shall I go?
So I grabbed my left shoe
And dealt it a blow.
I turned on the light
And gazed at the bed.
Thank goodness, I'm saved!
The Q-tip is dead!
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