When faced with creatures' mighty claws
And grisly jaws with teeth like saws,
I find that I have ample cause
To up and run away.

For when my pants I am peeing
And I'm seeing that my being
Depends on that I start fleeing
I simply cannot stay.

When danger's ugly face is met
One may bet that I will fret:
If only scratches I may get,
I will flee from fray.

So when you see a running fool,
Losing cool, spitt'ling drool,
Think of it as just a tool
To live another day.