Everyone is screaming and running toward the door.
My mom is grabbing at my hand and pulling me with her.
The monster is scrambling at us across the floor,
And everyone around me is disappearing in a blur.
The tables are being pushed on their sides,
And bowls are being smashed on the wall
Someone is screaming that there is nowhere to hide
From the beast racing down the hall.
The guests flood out of the door very fast
And scream all the way,
To escape the monster's clammy grasp.
And live another day.
As I look back on that day,
I think it's kind of flat
That a whole party was ruined
Just because of a little rat.