When I was a kid I read a story about a little boy called Max
who let his imagination take him to
The Land of the Wild Things.

In this jungle, the Wild Things were terrifying
monsters who roamed about free.
Max, the mischievous child I read about,
ruled the land as their king.

Well it wasn't too long before Max realized,
this was no place for a boy to be.
He sailed back through his imaginary sea,
right back to his form of reality.

I was younger even than Max when my eyes
first met my monsters.
Except unlike him I chose not to leave.
Still ruling their land years later,
I serve as Queen.