They sit they stand they creep they crawl,
They crowd they gather, they play on ladders,
They laugh about with awesome chatter.
The shadows spin along the walls.
They crouch they kneel they lay they fall.
They come they go they do as though they please you know?
Their tongues will glow its quite a show.
The shadows spin along the walls.
They run they hide their free to flow,
They swirl they slide they gleefully glide,
They burn with ice and freeze with fire.
The shadows spin along the walls.
They trip they flip they skip through halls.
They'll bust your chops and next your balls.
They crush your crops and then your stalls.
The shadows spin along the walls.
They remain insane in glory and fame.
They were made in the lake of horror and flame.
To season your head with infectious games.
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