Now that my
Parents are dead,
I guess it's okay
To tell what they did
To me as a babe.

They tore off my limbs
And they dug me a grave,
Cuz I said that I would
But I didn't behave.

They split up the parts
And dug up a ditch
In six different yards
So I couldn't restitch.

They should've guessed
I couldn't stay
In eternal rest
For more than a day.

My hands dug in the dirt
To find one another,
My feet kicked in the clay
To be with each other
Once again, to start it all over.

I reassembled
Under the moon
And slowly ambled
Up to my room
With all my stuffed animals
Waiting to be told
What they should do.

I told them my plan
To get my payback,
First we'd get Sam
And then we'd attack
His pretty wife Jan.

My lion Simba
Clawed out their eyes,
My polar bear Nimbus
Bit into their thighs
And tore off their legs
Like they had done mine.

My giraffe Mr. Skeep
Wrapped his neck around theirs
And put them to sleep
By stealing their air.

My job complete,
I walked down the stairs,
Got something to eat
Then split apart,
Said bye to my feet,
And went back to the dark
Under the streets
That my lovely parents
Intended for me.