His face was the scariest
I'd ever seen
There were scars on his forehead
from just being mean
He was covered with hair
from his head to his feet
Not the sort of a fellow
a boy likes to meet!

But as I was lying
curled up in my bed
the covers pulled all the way
over my head
I wondered just why
he was scary and mean
and if it was hard
to be hairy and green

Perhaps he was lonely
and wanted to play
but the way that he looked
frightened people away
Perhaps if I liked him
he might like me too
I thought to myself
as my confidence grew

So ever so slowly
I poked out my head

and looked at him calmly
then boldly I said,

"My name is Willie,
have you come to play?
Are you feeling all right?
Have you had a bad day?"

I think that poor monster
was downright surprised
as he sat down beside me
with tears in his eyes

"I'm feeling quite lonely,"
he said with a smile,
"I hope you don't mind
if I stay for a while."

So I jumped on his back
and he gave me a ride
He showed me the places
where he liked to hide
The back of my closet
where nobody looks
The trunk in the attic
behind the old books

We climbed out the window
and played in the trees

We hung up-side-down
on a branch from our knees

We lay in the grass
and gazed up at the moon
that floated above
like a golden balloon

And then as the sun
was beginning to rise
we climbed in the window
and whispered good-byes