There's nails upon my toes that thinks
They's claws. Oh how they grows
Inside the midnight of my shoes.
They wants to fight some foes
To bring some glory to my toes.
They's got these hero thoughts,
All sharp and nasty, ego crazy,
In frustration chews my socks to shreds
‘Til I cuts them back to civilized behavior.
But they rests so restless in their beds
And dreams their savage dreams. And grows.