Deep within the jaws of death
Lie beasts, oh, so mysterious,
They howl high above our heads,
And sail forever beneath our beds,
They frown and squint their beady
eyes,
While staring up at cloudless
skies,
But open them fearlessly and wide
When night approaches, leaving us
no place to hide.
This is their downfall; their
desperate destruction,
Yet somehow the reason for their
initial production.
But remember! The jaws of death are
but a toothy smile,
With hapless intimations, meant to
beguile.
Fall they will from above our
heads,
Drown from their haunting beneath
our beds
When night illuminates their social
ills,
And with teddy bear warriors, their
bodies kill.
So let this forewarn those who
would creep and crawl
Up and down blackly along my walls,
Or let their presence be known to
my childish mind,
Throwing fear and doubt upon the
blind
For with me lies the power of Rome;
Of fluff and fur and teddy bear
heroes,
And my God; my King, who with every
breath,
