Songtexte To the Clever Ones Who Find Their Way - Michael Ray Laemmle

To the clever ones who find their ways
Through the tricky traps of the monster's maze
Will surely shake, and quake, and shiver
When on the other side they spot the river

Across the raging rapids, see
with sharpened claws and pointy teeth
A humongo-monster waits to gobble
Anyone who wants to squabble

About his right to eat them up
And chomp them up as evening sup.
More frightening, at least to this poem-writer
The monster masters monster spiders

An army of eight-legged freaks so grand
And every freak at his command
Another mystery, a bit more bland
the heart-shaped rock held in his hands