Out, out damned spots of cotton, wool and bits of fluff!
I won't tremble at your squishy brand of menace.
I may be only flesh and blood, but cartilage is just as tough!

But, lo! What is this? Plushies in the pretzel bowl?
And, now! Now they are hiding in my bathroom – see?
And how could it be? Plushies on the chandelier?
I believe my life with Plushies has begun to take its toll…

Sitting on the suitcase! There's just no escaping!
Through all the length of Britain the fiends pursed me.
At Stonehenge and Rob Roy’s Grave, I found them lurking.

They travelled to the con to spread chaos anew.
Oh, yes, they wore costumes and mingled with the guests.
But I knew the truth –
Norbert, Maaarty and Silver Arrow Lion, too,
Don’t strike the same terror our friends, the Plushies, do!

I see them here.
I see them there.
I see those Plushies
EVERYWHERE!