Daughter

At night I reassure my daughter

nothing's hiding in her room.

No monsters, robbers, foxes, wolves,

no nasties in the dark, no doom.

She blinks her eyes and nods her head,

hops in her bed so bravely

but i can tell she's not believing anything I'm saying.

She's seen the ghost that lives with us

rush past her on the landing;

how can you tell her nothing's there when

she knows it in good standing?

Foxes, wolves and robbers aren't a worry in our house

but my dear departed mother is around

and daughter's got the nouse.