I made a choice I thought was good,
But then as it turned out,
It was a nasty, slimy beast,
That would snarl, spit and shout.
At night when I would try to sleep,
It crept into my head,
And chased me ‘til it woke me up,
And drove me from my bed.
The next time that I have a choice,
I need to check it twice,
If I can make a thing that big,
I want it to be nice.