You've killed us with sword, and you've killed us with bow
Killed us by dropping us down far below
You take our remains and use them for crafting,
Now, Minecrafter, we have questions for asking.
Which of us 'mobs' do you the most fear?
Who makes you shake when our name you do hear?
Answer us, Notch-Child, answer us well
Your innermost fears to us you shall tell.
Is the Creeper, the camouflaged one
That scares you the most (Even in the Sun)?
For whenever he sees you, he flashes in white,
And will, lest vanquished, explode in the night?
Maybe the Zombie, who travels in hordes,
Attacking Testificates, breaking down doors?
When the terrible moan comes forth from his throat,
Do you despair, do you lose all hope?
Perhaps a Skeleton, wielding his bow,
Is he – do you think – the most terrible foe?
The ****** that sees you, wherever you are,
Draws back his weapon and kills from afar?
Could it be a Spider, eyes glowing red,
That climbs up the walls, does he fill you with dread?
Perchance it's his brother, down in the mines,
With poisonous fangs he waits, biding his time?
Perchance the Silverfish, hiding in rock,
That swarm and attack should you break down its block?
Is it them you fear whilst exploring the caves
Faced with them, can you call yourself brave?
Or the Slime, living far underground
That scares you away with its odd shape and sound?
The small ones can't hurt you, that much is true,
But the largest ones bring harm swiftly to you.
You've crafted a portal, and think yourself clever,
But can you withstand our dear friends in the Nether?
They dwell in a land full of lava and fire
Do you fear the ones in the burning mire?
The Zombie Pigman, needing no explanation,
They protect one another, an undead nation.
Are they the ones that you find most frightening?
And appear in Overworld when a pig's struck by lightning?
Is it the Ghast, silver tear in its eye,
That scares you away and makes you cry?
It really is best not to get in one's way
If one shot at you, would you run from the fray?
What of the Blaze, whose body burns bright,
Guardian of fortresses, that sets you alight?
Maybe it's they who send you running to
Your home where you dream of the water deep blue.
We're nearing the End of our little game,
Our question, however, is always the same.
Are you scared of the 'mobs' in the land full of void?
Or maybe, perhaps, you're just vaguely annoyed?
Fear you the Enderman, standing so tall
Him do you fear, the most of all?
Look not to his eyes or he'll teleport near you
And **** unless you swim in water clear and blue.
Or the Dragon, whom to leave the End you must fight,
That heals himself with pillars of light?
He flies through the air, majestic and black,
But face him you must, for there's no turning back.
You've killed us with lava, killed us by drowning,
But now whom the most fearful one are you crowning?
You've killed us, even, with your bare fists.
For now, questions answered, we retreat to the mists.
Which mob do YOU fear?
