spewing poison through the air.
A forked tongue and hissing words,
Always quiet, but always heard.
The monster creeps on fat, white paws,
bearing evil in her jaws.
See the wicked, gleaming eyes.
Hear her spreading vicious lies.
Tell the children to beware.
Not to fall into her snare.
Her joy lies in causing pain.
Always your loss will be her gain.
Always sneaking, creeping, lying.
She glories as your soul is dying.
Beware, child, of her lies.
And never look into her eyes.
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