Verse 1
Good night, buddy, sleep tight, don’t you fret,
Mom’s tucking covers, but I’m breaking a sweat.
Bed bugs are creeping, with their giant-sized claws,
In my head, they’re as big as old Ichabod’s flaws!
Verse 2
They scuttle, they skitter, in the dark they’re a fright,
I’m clutching my blanket, eyes wide in the night.
“Rockabye baby,” Mom sang with such cheer,
But that treetop cradle’s my number one fear!
Chorus
Bed bugs and boogeyman, oh, what a pair,
Crawling and creeping, they give me a scare!
From Grimm’s creepy tales to that bough-breaking fall,
I’m hiding ‘neath covers, can’t sleep at all!
Verse 3
The boogeyman’s lurking, or so Mom would say,
“Quit your mischief, or he’ll whisk you away!”
Right at bedtime, her warning would land,
Now I’m picturing monsters with a claw for a hand.
Verse 4
Sleepy Hollow’s Ichabod, he gallops through my dreams,
Headless and haunting, with his ghostly moonbeams.
Those fairy tale terrors, they dance in my brain,
With bed bugs and boogeyman leading the train!
Chorus
Bed bugs and boogeyman, oh, what a pair,
Crawling and creeping, they give me a scare!
From Grimm’s creepy tales to that bough-breaking fall,
I’m hiding ‘neath covers, can’t sleep at all!
Verse 5
Now I’m older, I laugh at my frights from before,
But when lights go out, I still check the floor.
No bugs, no boogeyman, just Mom’s loving rhyme,
Yet I triple-check closets—every single time!
Chorus
Bed bugs and boogeyman, oh, what a pair,
Crawling and creeping, they give me a scare!
From Grimm’s creepy tales to that bough-breaking fall,
I’m hiding ‘neath covers, can’t sleep at all!
Copyright September 4, 2025, by Craig Whitley – All Rights Reserved
