MY PET MONSTER FRED
I have a pet monster
Who I’ve named Fred.
He’s made from spare monster
parts
From his toes up to his head.
I found him in a garage sale,
I paid a whole buck 35.
He was stuffed in an old
basket,
And just barely alive.
I brought him home to my
bedroom,
Washed off all the goop.
I put him in my bed for a week,
And fed him monster soup.
Now he sits guarding my room,
In a nest at the foot of my
bed.
He scares all the other
monsters away,
He’s my pet monster Fred.
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