There's a tiny little creature Who comes in my room at night. She only comes in when it's dark. She doesn't like the light. She does her task so quietly, And doesn't stay too long. And when she leaves, so does my tooth, The one I pulled, its gone!

She doesn't really take them, She always leaves a trade. And of this tiny creature, Who could be afraid? So when I go to sleep at night, With a funny gap tooth grin, Underneath my pillow will be Proof that in my room she's been.