Madmen in bizarre costumes peek from behind corners,
and they know, they know.
Master plan searching me down.
Little machines that chase me around with
their preposterous little noise.
Giant men confront me with pomposity,
ridiculous because they are only little boys.
They are trying to catch me and make me scream.
They laugh as they say they want to shave me bald,
and put a weapon in my hand....