The Monster Under My Bed

There's a monster under my bed,
and in the night
He glows an eerie red
Yet he isn't meant to fright,

See he is my friend
He listens to my stories
I tell him ones with no end
Like the one about the man's Fujimori's

They never end because I fall asleep
And when I awake he's not there
I wonder if he went to weep
Or maybe he went solitaire

Either way, he always comes back at night
And we talk till I fall asleep, always without a fright