There's a bogeyman under the bed
Really there is his name is Fred...

The day has dawned at last.
Butterflies merrily flutter inside...

Oh Percy, Percy you are sublime
I wish that you were mine all mine...

I heard once of a special place
A land of milk and honey...

Step inside my parlor
Said the spider to the fly...

Silently through the night they creep
Claiming innocents whilst they sleep...

Though some are rather arrogant
I do not profess to be...

Oh Atropos do I beseech
Please treat me kind and fair...

I slip into my second skin
Deft brush strokes...

Volatile mountain
Docile magma filled giant...

Silently anticipating a meal
Softly creeping...

There is a little pixie
Who paints some daisies pink...