The Dark by James Carter (2001)
Why are we so afraid of the dark?
It doesn’t bite and doesn’t bark
Or chase old ladies round the park
Or steal your sweeties for a lark
And though it might not let you see
It lets you have some privacy
And gives you time to go to sleep
Provides a place to hide or weep
It cannot help but be around
When beastly things make beastly sounds