Jeden z moich bardziej ulubionych wierszy na dobranoc (w wykonaniu Shela Silversteina):

MONSTERS

There are hungry monsters under my bed,

Growlin’ at me ‘cause they haven’t been fed.”

That’s what Harry McGilly said.

His father just smiled and said,

“Ho-ho-ho, fraidy-cat Harry,

Monsters are just imaginary.”

But Harry McGilly cried out all night,

“There are hungry monsters -  I know I’m right.”

So just to prove that Harry was silly,

Under the bed crawled Mr. McGilly.

Harry heard a “chomp”, he heard a “slurp,”

He heard a “gulp,” he heard a “burp.”

And now little Harry sleeps sound in his bed,

‘Cause there are no monsters, as father said,

(And if there are – well – they’ve been fed.)

Good Night!!!!!