A look so sharp and pointy From beneath your furrowed brow Growing tighter than a fist Above your tiny mumbling mouth I hope you're happy With your judgements on the body Was mine really so revolting? Was it so truly terrifying? That it could only be a sunset If it were all curled up and crying? Like I was a goblin And you on a mission from the lord Yeah you'd trade your two jelly peepers For one hand-crafted mythical sword