I am afraid of it all
I'm afraid of the chair
It'll purposely tip backwards and I'll fall
I'm afraid for my hair
It was once very very tall
I'm afraid of the tress
I feel like they can see me
I'm afraid of the moth
That sits so elegantly on top of the cloth
I'm afraid of the lights
In fear that it might cause a fight
I'm afraid of the floor
In the mans ugly store
I'm afraid of him
And that terrible sin
I'm afraid of her
And her long sleek black fur
I'm afraid of it all
Getting kidnapped in the mall
Eating poisonous icecream at the stall
Afraid of that ongoing hall
That will lead to my tragic and mistaken fall
I'm afraid of it all
And even the bag
Because it might turn into a scary old hag
I'm afraid of how they look at me
As if they can see
I'm afraid of how it'll end
Those horrible creatures they send
But mostly
I'm afraid of how they'll react
When they know what I lack
When they see the old white cat
At the foot of the bed
Wearing a cute red hat
On it's furry tiny head
"She'll wind up dead"
He said
