Humans, Humans....

This is a song sung by Vampires. They sing it every night (or should I say morning?)  to their little ones. 

(Sing in the tune of  Twinkle  Twinkle. Adjust the words in the rhyme)


Humans,Humans
Get some grains
To fill that little nasty thing
You call your brains

I'm not a monster 
You gotta know
You are my Dinner 
It's not my fault

The ecosystem 
 just works that way
I'm the predator
You're my prey

I don't care if
You jump in the sea
As long as I can have
You as my feast 

Humans,Humans
Get some grains
To fill that little nasty thing
You call your brains....

Yes I am known as 
The undead
If you deny that I'll
 hit you on the head

Also, I can't be
Photographed
You should know that
Unless you are daft.

I can't enter your house
'till invited
Don't worry we'll soon 
Be united

If you throw grains
I'll sit and count
Will not even
Look around

Silly humans 
And their games.
Their behaviour is inhuman
So are  their aims.

Humans,Humans
Get some grains
To fill that little nasty thing
You call your brains....

- Aryanandha Shajith P


Stupid Humans. Hmph.



Comments

  1. AnonymousMay 29, 2021 at 10:17 AM

    Nice poem but Vampires are dangerous
    Nice selection of theme my little one.

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