Just saying that this poem is really childish, because it's an old one ;)
Dreams are good and jolly and graceful,
You think of what you want and race for.
Dreams are hopes and lives waiting,
It is something worth fighting for!
But when something bad pops in your head,
Like creepy crawlies under your bed.
And monsters in the cupboard,
And aliens in your room,
And animals getting closer,