I run away from the Snizzle, whose teeth are fiercely bared.
It has long, sharp, purple teeth and is even longhaired.
It scratches and slices with its evil blue claws.
The ferocious drooling Snizzle preys on meekly Hooplydraws.

Its eyes are as keen as nobody's friend,
It sees all, even when Camouflagians try to blend.
It nose is precise, such as everyone thinks.
The Snizzle smells the airwaves when somebody blinks.
Don't get me started on those accurate ears,
Its so amazing how the Snizzle even hears.

I live in a big, white house,
It has Hashas and Blanches; Wankshats and Plouses.

It also has the Whitians who always were white dresses.
They visit me everyday, scribble on a paper, and tell me of my progresses.
They don't scare me as much as the Pointy-Stickers do,
Their elongated pointy-sticks frighten me and the hurtfulness does too.

The "parents" say I'm special and I'm not like anyone out there,
But they don't know my struggle and they don't know my despair.
I know they save me from this horrible white house,
I try to tell them about the Scareties and Spandoes and Respouse.

They don't like to listen and they don't want to hear of my harm,
I'll be stuck forever on what they call the "Funny Farm."