Trees, bees, fleas, and a breeze

All in my backyard

Finches, witches, and some trash filled ditches

…Are also in my backyard

Maybe even some ghost but if I seen them then I’m toast

But, the worst of all…

The Boogie Man

Why couldn’t he be Batman or a Caveman?

Heck, even a minivan some teenager’s crashed into our ditch would be better.

I wish I could switch places with the van

Because then he wouldn’t already know my plan

And I could spy like a fly on the wall

But he knows

And I know

And he knows I know

But, In the note he wrote I could pick my battle where we will grapple

Like rotten apples

A dance battle will be our fate on this here’s date

Sure, the night gives me a fright but the moonlight gives me moves that makes sure I can’t loose.

So under the stars I going to dance so hard it sends him to mars.

I hit the griddy

So he know he won’t get rid of me easily

And I hit the whip and nae nae so he knew I was crae crae

But the boogie man got crazy and wasn’t lazy

He hit it

So I had to ditch this

And run.

For now on I knew not only was the night haunting me..

but the dance floor.

The Boogie man can’t be beat.