That rude little thing stares at me
‘He probably wants to poke my knee
Not going to happen, not today
Not tomorrow or in any way
That green face with his little knives
So its time
To get my revenge
On those little green men
First, I go to bed
Then he will be dead
No, I Won’t he screams
I will stay alive all nice and green
Oh yes you will be dead
Oh no I won’t Be dead
Cause you can’t kill me
Because of my Barrier of poky things
Yes I can
I have killed so many houseplants
So time for you too
And there he goes which makes me a little blue