I watched her as she combed her hair,
My little angel sitting in her little doll chair;
I saw then a sparkle in the mirror,
My little angel had shed a tear.
Why do you weep? I asked in fright,
She replied sweetly, I fear the night.
I thought a moment, then said at last,
Are you frightened by ghosts from the past?
Never. she replied turning her head,
What I fear lives under my bed.
I let out a laugh and wandered near by—
Oh, how I detested seeing this little girl cry!
Let's have a look, I said lifting the sheet;
The room became quiet, I could hear my heartbeat.
You should not have done that she said with a smile,
Now I won't see you for a very long while.
I'll miss you my dear, au revoir and adieu,
For you are now his first choice on the menu.

This is really nice. I mean... no, I do mean nice. XP It's a little twisted, but I guess that's the fun of it.