It’s too hot under the covers
Just kick them to the side,
But without their protection
How will you survive?

The hands the claws the teeth,
Are waiting for your skin
One wrong move and you’ll be gone,
Crawling deep within.

Sweet dreams my darling angel,
Even if it is too hot
Keep covered up and cosy,
Or in its belly you will rot!

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