Run…Run...You Better Run Faster than the Devil

I do not like it
Its slimy thing in its body
It is all wet and stinks

It looks suspicious
Like the men behind the jars
You never know what is in its mind
You cannot predict what it is going to do

I do, do not like it
It is the worst creature I have ever seen
It represents evil, the sly little one
Who has the deadly weapon in its head

Its tongue dances uncertain moves
Which you won’t be able to enjoy
It is an evil; yes it is definitely an evil
And I do not like it, I will never like it

It knows my fear
It can feel it
It can read my thoughts
While I cannot read its

I do not like it
The hiss is the last sound I want to hear
The old junk car even makes a better harmony

Devil, evil, sly
They are all its
I do not like it
I do, do not like it