Thereís a monster in our
hedges that comes out only at night.
Iíve seen it and can tell
you it gives me an awful fright.
The leaves begin to
rustle and the branches sway about
And then the worst thing
happens, the hedge monster jumps right out.
Its toes are made of
hawthorn and are long and bent and brown.
Theyíre thorny and have
prickly leaves that hang and droop way down.
Itís legs and arms are
holly with red berries in the fall
And the monsterís head is
squished up branches of boxwood four feet tall.
It wanders through our
garden and chases the snowy owls
And then into the chicken
coop stealing feathers from the fowl.
When the moon is full and
the shadows dance and swirl
The hedge monsterís
appetite is for a little girl.
I stay in the house at
night and never go outside
Because the hedge monster
will get me, so in my bed I hide.