He'd always feared—from childhood on—
The time he had to go to bed.
He feared that once the light was gone,
Some “thing” would come to eat his head.
And so he begged, "Oh, Mom, oh please,
Don't make me go again to bed.
The thought of it just makes me freeze!
I know the “thing” will eat my head”
“Oh, don't be silly,”Mom replied.
“Just go along now—time for bed.”
One day they found that he had died:
Yes, he was headless in his bed.