i stumble from my hiding place

dirt and sticks caught in my hair

‘cause galumph, galumph, galumph, galumph

the beastie’s coming there.

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there’s nowhere left to run

there’s nowhere i can hide

i draw my sword and pray “Dear Lord

please let it work this time,”

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i’m worried that it won’t see me

i’m worried that it will

i don’t see any shelter

where i am atop this hill

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the beastie lumbers toward me

with shiny silver hide

and sticks for arms, and thick blue fur

it makes me want to cry

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just then i’m saved,

the danger’s gone

there’s nothing left to fear

cause mom calls out “Okay, you won –

But come in for supper. This game’s done.”

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the beastie’s fur falls off real quick

and i see that it’s really a rug

the claws and strainer-helmet are next

as dad looks meek and shrugs

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“Sorry, honey, but this game’s gotta stop –

That is, if you want to eat.

Mom will be angry, and I’m a little too old

For another of these acrobatic feats.”