When he sleeps in his bed,

A bed as big as his feet,

He drools like a pig,

And snores like a man.

When he awakes in the night,

He goes out to hunt,

Searching for children’s feet,

That are never washed,

Those stinky feet,

That smell like poo,

Are the monster’s feast,

That he like to eat.

He tries to hunt his prey,

But stomps way too hard,

And he breathes oh so loud,

You could hear him breathe,

From across the world.

When the children hear,

The monster’s breath,

They all run,

Run oh so far away.

Parents always fear,

To lose their children,

And their feet,

Cause the monster is fluid,

Always changing its prey,

So children’s parents always say,

“Wash your feet,

Or the monster will come,

And eat your feet,

So go and wash,

Your stinky feet,

Before you sleep,

NOW!”