The monster was chasing me, deep within the forest br With the sound of Haitian drum corps pounding all around us. br The snarnling teeth were dipped in plaque, stained with hues of yellow br With several miles i'd run so far, my legs felt like jello br I climbed up a tree to escape the ferocious beast br And not become its dinner br Branch by branch i climbed my way as if a world class sprinter br My legs were sore, my arms were burning br And my lungs were ready to burst. br I realized that if I quit this fight, my death would be the worst. br His claws grabbed my back and pulled me down br Stuffing me into his muzzle. br His intestines were complex, with twists and turns br Almost like a great big puzzle. br I sprang from my bunk with a bump on my head br And pulling my sheets from my bed br I wasn't a hero like in all the stories, but at least the poor monster got fed.