You must be scared of it:

The monster you imagined in me

Does it make you crazy?

You’re already mad as a hatter

Blaming the monster

For nearly everything the matter

Does it torment you day and night?

Nip at your heels when you get out of bed

For just a little bite?

Or maybe the real fright

Is when the monster writes a poem or two

About the horrible things you do

Quick go get the mace

And spray it in the face!

'Cuz it’s the bark—

Not the bite

That will keep you awake

All fucking night