Excerpt
Under the Bed

There's a creature under my bed,
a razor-fanged Dust Crocodile.
And no, I haven't bumped my head;
this things been there quite a while.

You'll never catch it out, no way,
'cause it's much too smart to be seen.
It's uncommonly shy, I'd say,
for something so scaly and green.

Don't tell the secret, you'll spoil it,
but I'll tell you just where it's been.
It slithered out of the toilet.
It's been under my bed since then.

So you might think I would worry,
when sometimes I dangle my feet.
But I show toes without hurry -
it doesn't eat kid's feet for meat.

Sort of rare for a crocodile,
it prefers an unusual treat.
Snapping teeth in a great big smile,
dust bunnies are all it will eat.