When the sun sets, home in my bed is where I’ll be,
tucked in between the sheets.
I hear the thunder, as it beats,
BANG,
BANG,
BANG, lightning lights up my room.
Pulling covers over my head,
I see my toes on the other side of the bed.
My bed shakes, my shelves rattle.
It’s Henry Hudson’s bowling battle.
Then silence soothes me, as I fall into a cloud of sleep.
In my bed is where I’ll be.