There's a man on my wall, he visits at night
When all the outdoors is absent of light
And the lanterns inside beam brightly for all
to see where we walk, so we won't trip and fall
over some small toy left out on the floor
He'll watch from behind
The coats on the door.
They hang there for him,
to hide in the day.
But when darkness descends,
he comes out all gray.
He says not a word
and he moves not a bit.
But he's friendly and harmless,
loves stories with twists
And when time comes for reading,
and bedtime in-tuckings
He's right there, attentive,
we feel kind of lucky
That for his evening tale,
he comes here each night
And leaves like a whisper
when we blow out the light.
When all the outdoors is absent of light
And the lanterns inside beam brightly for all
to see where we walk, so we won't trip and fall
over some small toy left out on the floor
He'll watch from behind
The coats on the door.
They hang there for him,
to hide in the day.
But when darkness descends,
he comes out all gray.
He says not a word
and he moves not a bit.
But he's friendly and harmless,
loves stories with twists
And when time comes for reading,
and bedtime in-tuckings
He's right there, attentive,
we feel kind of lucky
That for his evening tale,
he comes here each night
And leaves like a whisper
when we blow out the light.
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