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I ain’t scared of nothin’ that comes pesterin’ me at night. Do you think that

Once I was chased by forty ghosts all shimmery an’ white. the child can make a
An’ I just raced ‘em round the room an’ let ‘em think maybe fool of the giant by
Just a Minute!
I’d have to stop an’ rest awhile, when they could capture me. crawling in bed?

Then when they leapt onto my bed, Oh Gee! But they were mad

To find that I had slipped away an’ crawled in bed with Dad.

pesterin’: annoying
or bothering someone
continously
shimmery: something that
shines or sparkles with a
soft, wavering light
lair: a home or a hiding place
No giants, ghosts or elephants have dared to come in there of a wild animal
snarl: to growl with a
‘Coz if they did he’d beat ‘em up and chase ‘em to their lair. snapping or showing of teeth
They just hang ‘round the children’s rooms an’ snap an’ snarl an’ bite

An’ laugh if they can make ‘em yell for help with all their might.

But I don’t ever yell out loud. I’m not that sort of lad,
I slip from out the covers and I crawl in bed with Dad.

—Edgar Guest

About the Poet
Edgar Albert Guest (1881 -1959) was a British-born
American poet. He was famously known as the People’s
Poet. His poems often had an insightful and optimistic view
of life.

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