The only time I dared to climb those steps They said that they would lead me to a den Five hundred steps, that’s fifty reps of ten They said that it would **** your quadriceps
Rotting leaves rolled their eyes as I snuck past And said they knew that I was good as dead They whispered what color‘s blood? I shouted red! I told them that they didn’t need to ask
But when I saw the den I felt a shake I’m pretty sure it came out of my heart I felt like a piece of antique folk art The monster munched—he thought I was a steak
So when I’m feeling itchy in my soul, I grab a coke and watch the superbowl.