Inside my house, there lives a vicious beast,
Who is a tiny monster in disguise.
In her vast cage, where she proudly feasts,
On who she chooses who shortly lives or dies.
Tiny teeth sharp as a hunting knife,
She used her teeth to hunt her small prey.
In the glass, deserty cage, she spends her life
But she does come out every day.
When I come home, I set her free,
Around my room, she jumps, runs, maybe sleep.
She enjoys her prison, we can agree
I look at her, she must think I’m a creep.
Even though she acts tough from the outside,
I can call her the sweetest thing with pride.
Matthias Mulder English Lesson 