The wind was howling
On the spooky moonlit night.
The thought of ghosts and goblins
Filled the little boy with fright.

He just couldn’t wait
Until it got a bit lighter.
Then his thoughts
Would be a little brighter.

No matter how much
He turned and he tossed
The red curtain dreams
Made him feel cross.

But when the crack of dawn came
The boy shouted hurray.
For all of his nightmares
Had vanished away.