A monster with a pluck of luck
Has laughter deep down in its gut
That you might share if you should dare
To find your saintly fool in there.

Don’t try to save a monster, child,
Don’t try to slay one in the wild,
But if you dare be fool enough
A laugh just may lead it to love.

A laugh that’s shared is over rare
To one in darkness of a lair
Raised to keep out all of the light
From foolish, saintly laughter’s bite.