• Every night a boy of three
    Stares out of his window at an old oak tree
    He knows under the leaves and bark
    Lies a creature stirring in the dark
    The boy waits anxiously for the light of day
    For that's when the monster goes away
    As the boy grows older he begins to see
    That it isn't a monster in the tree
    It is old man higgins from across the street
    Who spent his nights watching the young boy sleep