I do not care to glare at the sun It's harsh hair is mocking in beauty And it's wide ears take in non of my concerns It sits for a bakers dozen and sleeps While we worry the nights away It does not fear a spiders Web Or the buzzing of a electric house close by It brings light our troubles And then sleeps soundly on a cloud While we ponder what dreadful fears it has brought It's greets you with teeth But it is only when you depart Do you see its daggers