There’s a thing at my window
And it looks at my door
It’s driving me crazy
I don’t like this anymore

It has three set of horns
Sprouting from its head
It’s got eight pair of arms
And I feel I am dead

It wears a hat on its toes
To keep it nice and hot
And it looks really hungry
Like I’ll go in its pot

I open my mouth
But no scream comes out
I shrink back in fear
Because it looks like a lout

There’s a thing at my window
I look at it in fear
But all of a sudden
I find its not there