March of the Flowers

I Fear I Fear

I fear I fear a lot of things
From furry furbies and raptor wings
And mice who mumble in muddled puddles
And hunky heroes who humbly huddle

I fear the bats, the rats, the clumsy cats
The terrible twos, the romping roos
And not least of all, all of you

I fear I fear a lot of things
But fearing fear it too much brings:
Fear of the dark, the park, and those yellow swings

From clinking clunking cars coming oh so closer
To egotistical eggheads with far too much exposure
I fear I fear the hat, that vat, and going splat

I fear I fear a lot of things
But most of all what I fear
Is that I fear you fear
Just like me