Last night I didn't eat up my crust
I poked it under my plate
I thought (say "sot') no one would find it there
But when it got dark and late
And I was in bed-all covered up but dis my head-
I saw that same old crust. I did!
Came walking up over my head!
He had two long legs and great big eyes.
And he laughed as he said to me:
I'm the crust you didn't eat up.
You couldn't hide me, you see.
You must never-never do that again.
All right, I won't, I said if you'll please, jump down off my bed.
So he jumped off the bed and disappeared.
And I've looked for him early and late.
And I never-never saw that crust again.
'Cause I never leave my crust under my plate!

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