Why yes, Henri, I do believe in monsters Not the kind with leathery scales Bloodshot eyes or lizard tails Not the ones with razor claws Yellow fangs or gaping jaws No, I don't believe in those monsters at all Why yes, Naheed, I do believe in monsters Not the kind beneath your bed Waiting for your sleeping head To roll past your mattress edge So it can pull you by the hair Helpless to your bedroom floor Where it climbs upon your chest Hold a paw across your mouth So you cannot cry for help While your parents, panicked frantic Pound outside your bedroom door... No I don't believe in those monsters at all Where do all the lost dogs go Kitchen knives and vanished pills Soldiers' severed legs and arms A joker from a dirty deck of cards Unmailed checks and unpaid bills And all of the missing little boys and girls They go down... down... into the monster's mouth