It was a bright summer day, And all the kids had gone out to play, It was quiet in the house. The breeze blew through the trees, That were full of bright green leaves, Dark and cold in the quiet house. The children laughed and played tag, The dogs barked and their tails wagged, A creak in the dark and cold quiet house. The ice cream man drove through the streets, In that mid summer heat, A growl echoed through the empty halls and rooms. What joy the children exclaimed, As they watched the puppet's play, Down the dark halls a monster...