I dream of little monsters, Crawling up my leg. I fear they'll come again, If I go to bed. I wish that something else would, Be in my dreams. Here come those little monsters, Crawling up my leg. I dream of dying babies, And why do they smile? I hate those dying babies, Why don't they just die? Their smiling faces, Give me diarrhea. Please die, you dying babies, In my diarrhea. My dreams, my dreams, my dreams...