Why you always look at me?
Its really creepy, Mr B
In bed, at work, the times I pee
Those beady little eyes I see
You realize you can roam around?
It’s not like you are trapped in the pound
It’s weird when I don’t hear a sound
Then I look down, you’re on the ground
Sitting, staring silently
In my eyes, my soul it seems
It’s kind of starting to scare me
What evil thoughts are these you think?
You know I’m not something you eat
I’m not a juicy, tasty treat
So wait right there, I have to meet –
Hey! Stop nibbling on my feet!!