Hey, mumma, I can see
a big Conspiracy.
Where, baby, where?
There, on the stair.
Hush, child.
There is nothing there.
Oh, mumma! It’s there!
Take care, mumma –
now it’s in your hair!
No, baby. That’s a breeze in the air.
Mumma! Beware!
It’s nasty and ugly, it’s
bigger than a bear.
Oh, mumma, I’m scared!
Don’t be scared, baby.
Bears live in pavement cracks.
There’s nothing there.
It’s floated away,
all gone until some other day.
Okay, mumma. Okay.
The monster shuffled down the street,
looking for more good things to eat.
A scalp between its teeth.
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