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Edgar Guest - A ScareEdgar Guest - A Scare
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There are noises that freeze up the blood, There`s the sound of the burglar at night As he`s picking the lock, and the thud Of a wind-worried door I thought tight; But there`s nothing that frightens me more Nor causes such horrible dread As the bumpety-bump on the floor When the baby falls out of his bed. The coal pile may rattle and roll As it will in its uncanny way, But I keep my nerves under control. The neighbor`s pet canine may bay At the moon, and I merely turn o`er, But I lose absolutely my head At that bumpety-bump on the floor When the baby falls out of his bed. A shot may ring out in the street, And "murder" a woman may yell; I may listen to scurrying feet But I handle myself rather well. A dark house I`ll even explore, But my heart stops as though I were dead At that bumpety-bump on the floor When the baby falls out of his bed. I know that the old mothers say That once every baby must fall, That they seldom are hurt in that way And really don`t mind it at all; But still terror closes each pore And my hair stands up straight on my head At that bumpety-bump on the floor When the baby falls out of his bed.
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