me
I’m my favorite monster
I make you ponder
Wander
I have ripping jaws
Razor claws
And four paws
A muscular tail
Oh what a tale
Oh fur so pale
Ripping and tearing
Scaring
Flaring
Making everyone
Run
Faster than a gun
Oh this is not a pun
For I am a monster
I stay and kill
Until I get my fill
I kill with such skill
Worse than a cyanide pill
Oh this is real
Hiding in the snow
Only letting my hunger grow
Letting the crimson blood flow
Everything I touch turns to stone
Growling in a deep tone
Killing people on the phone
For I am a monster
Beyond your belief
No relief
Are you scared yet
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