Dad read me a story, tucked me in, kissed my forehead
Then came a rustle and bustle from under my bed
Good night, sleep tight, was all that Dad said
Then I heard a pitter patter from under my bed
Could it be the dog that hadn't been fed
Groaning and moaning from under my bed
Or maybe a starving mouse searching for bread
Hurrying and scurrying from under my bed
Then I heard a beep and a zeep, sounds that I dread
Were those alien sounds from under my bed?
I didn’t want to peek underneath and turn my head
Just to see an alien ray gun with a laser of red
So I called to Dad and all that Dad said,
“Of course there isn't an alien under your bed”
Maybe it's my imagination, was it all in my head?
Maybe just maybe, there isn't an alien under my bed
Maybe it's a pop-up book that hadn't been read
Or it could be a remote control race car instead
Instead of an alien right under my bed
Just then I heard a voice from under my bed
I pulled up the covers, my face turned all red
I yelled to Dad, “Come In Here!” I said
And capture the alien from under my bed
My Dad rushed in with hair standing on his head
He lurched and he searched all under my bed
He found Hermie, my hermit crab, I thought he was DEAD!
But there wasn't a single alien right under my bed
There was a mechanical pencil, without any lead
But there wasn't an alien right under my bed
“I found it, I found it,” was all that Dad said
He pulled out a Real ALIEN, it was under my BED!
We went on its spaceship to the planet Zed
“I told you, there was an alien under my bed”
“Wake up, wake up son,” was all my Dad said
Was this all a dream, was this all in my head?
I got set for school, brushed my teeth, made my bed
I didn't take the bus, I took a spaceship instead
Author Notes: Children's story about science fiction, fantasy, and dreams.