Scary Noise

There’s a noise in my house that scares me so.
It comes from the bedroom and makes me go
very weak in the knees and short of breath.
It might be the horrible sounds of death!

I went to the closet and got my bat;
I’ll take it along with more confidence that
if death is hiding to spring on me,
I’ll give him a taste of this hickory tree.

So now, courage up; stand tall like a man.
If anyone says “you can’t”, say “I can!”
Tiptoe into place, fling open the door
and there in the corner, stretched out on the floor
is the source of my fear, Maggie May’s ghastly snore!