

Do not provoke it,
Let it growl.
Keep your feet on the ground,
Stand your guard.
Let that monster belch steam off its nose,
Take off your red sweater and slam it on the floor.
It is stark raving mad now,
Its eyes blood shot with anger,
Smoke coming off its orifices
Looking down to the red sweater on the ground.
Its horns now pointing to you,
Do not be afraid.
What is needed to be done now,
Is to stroke its horn´s gently,
Softly, lovingly with your hands.
Because the monster only has a headache,
From stubbornly carrying those detachable,
Heavy, plastic horns.
Let it growl.
Keep your feet on the ground,
Stand your guard.
Let that monster belch steam off its nose,
Take off your red sweater and slam it on the floor.
It is stark raving mad now,
Its eyes blood shot with anger,
Smoke coming off its orifices
Looking down to the red sweater on the ground.
Its horns now pointing to you,
Do not be afraid.
What is needed to be done now,
Is to stroke its horn´s gently,
Softly, lovingly with your hands.
Because the monster only has a headache,
From stubbornly carrying those detachable,
Heavy, plastic horns.