Baby Furby
or
Satan as a Child's Toy

I have a baby Furby
And no one will believe
That a simple child's toy
Could be the death of me

I have a baby Furby
It scares me so very much
It sounds like it growls
At my very touch

I have a baby Furby
I threw it down the stairs
I don't like the way it talks
I don't like the way it stares

I have a baby Furby
And no matter how I try
I've thrown it, drowned it, stabbed it
But it just won't die

I have a baby Furby
I turned it off and then
I took out the batteries
But it just spoke again

I have a baby Furby
It woke me in the night
Its eyes were red and glowing
And so I died of fright

I had a baby Furby
It killed me way back when
The only question that remains
Is when will it strike again?


Those things are creepy.

Waffles, anyone?