It’s tough to be a kid (I haven’t flipped my lid),
What I say is not exaggeration.
Around the time for bed, weird things up in my head,
Come alive from my imagination.

Take for example, and this is just a sample,
(In fact, you’ll likely think me quite insane)
While brushing at my sink, and quicker than a blink,
Piranhas swam out of my bathtub drain!

I picked a towel up off the floor (this has happened once before),
I gave each fish a snap upon its head.
Back down the drain they go; they are quite sad I know,
‘Cause they have to leave my bathroom now unfed.

I’m thinking that instead, of climbing into bed,
I should’ve stopped to shut the bathroom door.
‘Cause now mom’s loudly telling (actually she’s yelling),
That someone spilled cold water on the floor.

After night time prayers, I lay and blankly stare,
(I wait for the weirdness now to come).
The monster’s right on time, but I’m feeling mighty fine,
‘Cause I know that he’s predictable and dumb.

In the shadows I see lurking, a big slug that just sits smirking,
He thinks he’ll get me before I even shout.
He slides out the closet door and slimes across my floor,
(His mess is something mom will yell about!)

I’m glad it’s just the slug and not a giant bug,
(Or a spider whose temper gets much hotter).
I don’t have to run; I’ve got my new squirt gun,
It’s completely filled up with salt water.