The mouse have chased a general,
A drift from the natural.
The mice here have long claws
Like a lion's paws
Miniature in a giant's skin
A cow scared of walking over a pin

We are due to fumemigate
Our Warren G should 'regulate'
The filth has become obvious
Our minds' eyes are still oblivious
For it is too dark here
There's this thing about the unknown and fear

In the arena of heroes and villains
You're are bound to find sorrow and pains.
The hunter and the hunted sometimes trade places.
Trouble is known to wear many faces.
The stimulus of fear is interpreted by the head,
But not when the head has suffered stampede